I'm great, fine, spectacular in a way.
I relish every night, and I live everyday
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, an almost impossible task.
Is finally over, and so I lie down,
and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
Even though I have promises to keep,
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more.
And I ache and burn from my very core.
Then I'm not alone, and the mask reappears
Out goes the pain, greif, and all of the tears
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day,
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of gray.
Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine,
I don't even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long endless abyss
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife,
But I'm still here no matter what my dreams might say,
And I hope that one day I might actually be okay.
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poems about depression 🙃
PoesíaTRIGGER WARNING.... These poems contain mentions of suicide, depression, and self harm Shitty poems that I wrote, I might include some that I like but didn't write
