"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question.
I always say yes, because I have friends
I laugh at jokes
I go out and have fun sometimes
My life isn't as bad as it could be
And I don't have terrible problems
It could be worse.
But then,
One night at 3am when I'm all alone
Still awake, lying in bed
Thinking about my life,
I find myself crying my heart out.
Suddenly, I convince myself that nobody likes me
Or nobody will ever like me.
I feel horrible.
And question everything I had...
And I don't know if I was ever happy at all.
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Depression and Suicide Quotes and Poems, Book 2!
PoesieBook number one is found on my profile if you'd like to read it before you read this one (highly suggested).
