You tell me to write
But the words no longer
Sound or feel right
My life is bright;good
Happy and fulfilling
But sometimes during the night
I hate it
It doesnt feel right
And i cant describe it
I dont want it
Everything comes rushing back
All of my flaws
Dragging me down;drowning me
So i write
Even though it doesnt feel or sound right
Knowing that if i struggle through the dark night
Tomorrows day will be bright
But the pattern never ends
Forever continuing on
Its become my routine
And unfortunately
One of the only things that seems right
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems
PoetryJust some words strung in a pattern to release how I'm feeling and the thoughts that plague my head.
