Oh, look, I see outside.
The clouds seems so sad.
It wishes to share
A mournful tear a many.
I yearn to join it,
To escape this hurtful world.
I miss my life,
My friends,
My mother,
And my wit.
I miss having time
To enjoy the simple things.
I long for the past
To join me in the now.
I yearn to shed
Mournful tears
With the sky
That clouds my vision.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoésieDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
