I look outside the window,
The sun shines,
Kids, care free, run around.
I remember those oblivious days,
Ones filled with happiness,
Ones where everyone got along.
But here I am,
Happiness,
Something I can only dream of,
Something impossible.
I live in a world, a cruel one
That only allows me to express emotions.
Through music,
or writing.
You are seen as weak otherwise.
Yet......
I am am.
I am just a person.
That hates life.
YOU ARE READING
Refrain from Tricking Yourself
PoetryA happy looking book isn't what it always seems. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ ~this includes things like depression, self harm, intrusive thoughts, etc. so if you think this will trigger you, please don't read it. i don't want you to get hurt. warnings are m...
