Poetry

Living.

I decided to live one day.
I woke up and I brushed my teeth and I decided to live.
Just like that.
There is no cure for sadness except time.
For some wounds never heal, only buried.
Maybe that's wrong to do.
One of the leading causes for depression.
I could wear my sadness like a jacket but I might as well freeze to death because it is that useless to me.
Teaching me lessons about life is one thing but forcing me into my own personal hell is another.
Maybe there is no demons in the dark.
Maybe there is only us and us alone.
For when you turn around you see your reflection staring back at you.
Breaking the mirror with the horrifying thought that it could be true.
And maybe that's why people try to kill themselves.
Because they see the demons in their soul.
That's not the moral of this story though.
The only thing that matters is you are not dead and we all still have time.