Why do i wake up sweaty
When there's snow on the ground
Why do I wake up crying
When my dreams held joy all around
Why do I seem lonely
When the one I love is close
Why do I say I'm fine
When I'm tying my own noose
Why do I keep the lights off
When I'm yearning for brightness
Why do I write these words
When I don't really want to say this
Why do I keep my head up
When my life is looking down
Why do I turn up my headphones
When I can't even hear the sound
Why do I brush my hair
When I don't care what people think
Why do I feign sanity
When I desperately need a shrink
Why do I talk on the phone
When I know they don't care
Why do I want to fly
When I can't stand the air
Why am I still living
When no one gives a damn
I think because they have yet to realise
How sad I really am
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Poetrythis is just a random poem I wrote when I was depressed a while ago
