Mistake

Three days have gone,

and the tears have now dried.

Sadness has taken

a hold of me.

I wake up empty,

tired and depressed.

All I am left with

is a powerful mistake.

I walk down the hall

with all my problems in my mind,

I have no one to talk to,

but only off onto the space.

Flowers bloom to make happiness,

instead my flowers wither away.

I guess all I'm left with is a pen

to fight off the mistake.