Everytime I step outside,
the atmosphere is full of Happy.
Happy faces, Smiles of joy, small children playing,
Everyone is so incredibly happy.
Meanwhile, I'm here wallowing in my own shell of self hatred and self pity, constantly contemplating suicide and ways to hurt myself.
But no one notices.
Why?
Because they're to happy to be bothered with such depressing tales.
So I keep to myself.
Because I'd never want to disturb the Happy.
YOU ARE READING
Lifeless
PoetryJust some sad stories/poetry I make when I'm depressed. It's just good for me to let my emotions out. Please don't judge me or hurt yourself. Sometimes I just write down what I'm feeling so beware of the depressing stuff. <3
