I've written everything I have to say
But the words, they decay and fall away
So with a hole in the bottom
I'm stuck in the same boat as before
And slowly sinking just in sight of the shore
I work so hard to make my life better
Sometimes I think I'm better off in the back of a hearse
I can never just be what and who I am
So much discontent I don't think anyone understands
I put my feelings into words that rhyme
To give everyone who cares a glimpse of what's inside
There are pieces of me people don't get to see
I reveal fractions of them all in my poetry
So here comes the end of this poetic journey
But it's not the end of this psychotic chapter
There is a lot to look after
It's just the beginning of what's coming
Flip the pages and keep going
YOU ARE READING
Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.