Abyss

Nights in white stain,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed,
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is,
I can't say anymore.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through,
They can't understand.

Some try to tell me,
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be,
You will be in the end.

Some people say poetry comes from the highest peak of happiness,

Or the deep abyss of sadness.

And I haven't been so happy for a long time now.