I was looking through a window
and just thinking about life.
I was missing that thing
that is called knife.
I can't take this life anymore
it's just too damn hard.
But I'd stay alive, I swore
because I don't want the easy way out.
So I'm just fighting
day after day
with my own thoughts
like I'm acting in a play.
But I know the moment will come
when no one will be hearing me from.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
