sometimes
I suppose I am happy.
like when I am with my friends
throwing my head back and covering my mouth
as I shake with laughter
at a joke someone just made
but then days turn to night
and my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness,
etched on my face like a tattoo.
and I lay in bed,
thinking about all the things I wish I could say--
all the things im too afraid to admit,
even with only pen and paper and mind.
it's nights like these when I realize:
I am many things.
I am happy and sad,
outgoing and shy,
rambunctious and quiet
but mostly,
I am just empty
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Depression Poems and Quotes
RandomA book of poems that I have written, and some of my favourite quotes. For people with depression, self harm, self hate, and suicidal thought. These poems and rants are for you. They poor out my heart cause I'm going through all of those things too...
