I've finally had it
I'm a broken toy
I really can't stand it
Sorrow, sadness, joy
Who's the one to blame
When had it all started
What's keeping me sane
How to deal without it
Am I one to blame
Should've done things different
Or are others same
That's something I didn't
Did it all start yesterday
That is not the case
Or that other prior day
Something I can't face
How much can a person
Inflict itself pain
Keeping up diversion
Myth of being sane
How to deal without it
What could lay ahead
Pencil that I'm pointing
Into my own head
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Days
Short StoryThis is a compilation of works I've been making while going through depression. Main motives of these are feelings of being lost or misunderstood.
