I'm laying here, alone. All that clouds my mind is you.
It's unfair that you cloud my mind every single night, and I don't know if I cloud yours. I probably don't .
You should've said yes to her. but then again if you did I probably would've fallen more in love with you.
I hate you but I love you. It is all so confusing . I don't understand how you said yes to me . I'm like a broken doll , so fragile yet painfully held together .
I had a speaker today, he talked about certain things like drugs and alcohol . it makes me sad that my school doesn't talk about mental illnesses and suicide .
So many people out there are drowning . I know who they are , but they don't know that I do .
I guess this journal might help . the monsters are actually winning .
YOU ARE READING
The journal of a Depressed
PoetryThis is just a journal, I don't mind if you take a look .