January 3, 2017, 6:33pm
I hate myself.
Every day
I sit here wondering
Will this get better?
Somehow will it change?
It doesn't
So I sit here longer
Hoping.
Waiting.
It never does.
YOU ARE READING
My Depression
PoetrySome sad stuff... I mean a lot. It's all true. Highly edited but mostly unfiltered, this is my life laid out for you. Note: Try to pay attention to the date that the poems were originally published
