If happiness is a choice then I guess I chose sorrow instead
But whose choice is it really for I feel neglected by joy itself
If life really is about choices I shouldn't have been given such authority over my life
I held the screw and instead of fixing things I threw it up over my head
It is so hard to face the aftermath of your decisions like watching a marathon of your least favorite series
The cast being idiocracy failure oblivion and disappointment
And after sitting in your dark room for hours replaying it in your head left feeling so:
Remorseful and simply depressed
The irony of that is understood by a few
For depression can never be simple it is as simple as that
So should I sit here and think that I chose these feelings,
that I wanted my life to be complicated by a feeling of nothingness that engulfs my soul?
Right there how is that even possible?
The whole concept I... I just can't grasp
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PoesíaWhen thoughts meet pen and paper And words can describe emotion... ^ Just a rookie sharing her poetry . This is a young collection of my poems , random and all . ^ #474 in Poetry 😄😄😄😄
