I am not depressed.
I can still smile at pretty things.
and laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people.
and enjoy nice days.
but when I go inside,
when I am alone,
there is something broken.
and I fall into a sadness so sweet
that it engulfs me.
I look in the mirror.
and I don't like what I re
and the tears always fall
when I'm falling asleep.
and I miss something,
that doesn't exist.
I am not depressed.
I've just been sad for a while.
but I can still find the light.
I can still smile.
