Today was such a happy day
But what I don't understand
Is how come
After the smiles
And the laughs
All I felt
Was empty inside
Knowing that
The smiles were fake
The laughs were fake
I was fake.
If today
Was a happy day
Then why
The moment I come home
Did I feel so depressed
And hopeless
Having the urge
To slice my skin
When I actually had a good day.
Why did I have the need
To cry
And make myself throw up
If today
Was such a happy day
Full of hugs
And smiles
And laughs
And goodbyes
Then why when I come home
I want to be dead?
If today was such a happy day
Then why do I have the urge
To make it
My last day on earth?
If today
Was such a happy day
Then why
Am I depressed again
I thought for just a day
I could forget
The voices and the feelings
Of hopelessness
And not want to die
For at least one day
Well I guess I was wrong.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
