I can't get any sleep.
I'm starting to get weak.
I don't want to look down.
It'll look like I'm holding a frown.
As long as I'm fake smiling,
No one will notice.
That depression is killing me
From the inside out.
I'm joyful for people
And don't want them down.
I try my best to make them happy.
It doesn't work.
Not like it used to.
I get weaker
From no sleep
And I can't be happy.
If the world is not happy.
It's slowly dying inside.
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3:22 pm
PoetryRead to understand and relate to. Some people just need their feelings taken away.
