I'm not actually happy.
I think I'm just faking,
the littlest things can make me start breaking.
Because when something finds its way
through a crack in my mask
everything seems to fall apart in a flash.
The trigger isn't always the same,
sometimes it's a thought,
or the sound of a name.
Maybe a smell that reminds me of when I was young
one I cant place, though it's on the tip of my tongue.
But no matter what it is
it manages to break me down,
it makes me remember why I dont wear a crown.
most days I don't even know why I'm sad
it's like I'm a whole different me,
one that never feels bad.
But when I do remember.
Its always the same,
Im left feeling lost,
like my life is a game.
-Oliver
5/21
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Vent Poetry
PoesíaJust some depressed(not all are) poetry that I wrote, some recent some not, but there isn't a lot, I probably wont update this a lot bcs I only write poetry when I have a breakdown and that's like once or twice a year, but enjoy!
