I am happy
Or so I pretend to be.
I convince myself day
And night
There is nothing to worry.
But everything
Is slowly pulling me towards
Oblivion,
A pit full of sadness
And despair.
I am happy
Or so I think I am.
I try to loose
The negative thoughts
That wander
around my head.
All the deafening
Voices whispering,
Slowly killing me,
Telling me that
I'm worthless.
I am happy
Or so I wanna be.
Everything seems like
A lost cost.
Depression
Lingers around
Like and old friend.
Like rain
Ready to pour over me
At any moment.
It hurts... so much
I am happy
Or so I try to be.
I am dying,
Can't you see?
Every second,
Little by little
I lose something,
A part of me
Until
All that's left
Is what
I used to be.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Thoughts
PoetryA collction of poems, shorts stories and other stuff that spawns in my silly little head, written by yours truly
