Depressing Poetry From A Depressing Boy.

another one of those days,

I'm laying here and my brain is filled with negative thoughts.

I keep thinking "wow, I'm really a piece of shit"

Nothing is normal in my life.

It may be calm one day and the next is a stress filled "fun" day.

Days where I'm insecure,

Days where I force myself not to cry,

Days where I just want to fucking die.

But I keep trying to push it.

Everyday I think it'll all get better,

But in reality what do I know?

For all I know things could get worse.

Maybe one day I'll actually kill myself,

And before I do I'll think back at the moments where I thought it'd get better.

And I'd think to myself "shit, I was dead wrong"

So for now.

I just lay here knowing,

Tomorrow is going to be another one of those days.

A/N
This poem was just me trying to get out my anger tbh.