Happy, crappy,
Worse or better,
Darling, does it even matter?
How are you, love, how do you feel?
When was the last time you ate your meal?
I know that you hate this question,
But have you already found perfection?
Of course you haven't and never will,
Wanna know why?
You're mentally ill.
YOU ARE READING
depression poems
Poésie[trigger warning] all poems by me; pls give credits if you use them
