It's been seventeen years already
Since I first cried...
The tears I shedded at the time
Did not sting as those I will shed tonight...
There is not one night where I do not cry,
Asking myself what even am I doing with my life...
It is filled with dreams that I will never accomplish,
And fears that make me wish to perish.
It's been seventeen years, but I don't remember much of it...
And most of what I remember make me sad and melancolic...
The death of people I cared about, but also smiles I wish to never forget, but that somehow all make me sad and upset.
Why can't I just be happy, the way I used to be?
I am tired of all of this, of pretending it is all okay...
I am tired of putting on a fake smile everyday.
I just wish that I could be happy today,
Afterall, it is my birthday...
But life has given me nothing but worry,
I am strugling with depression and anxiety
That people arround me don't seem to see...
It's been seventeen years, and I know most of it was happy...
But right now, I feel sad and tired...
The flame that was burning in my heart burned off
Leaving it cold...
It's only been seventeen years,
But I want it all to be over already...
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Things I Can't Say Out Loud
PoesíaHere, I express my feelings in the form of very short poems. These are very heartfelt, as I pour my heart out when writting them.
