This is just another thing in my notebook of depressing poetry. (I wish I was kidding smh.)
Once was a time,
When I could smile and play,
Without this nagging thought in the background,
Without this craving for hurt,
Without the constant threat of everyone hating me,
Without my brain attacking me,
Once was a time,
When I could have fun,
Once was a time,
When I could laugh,
And mean it,
But that time is over,
And now I only have my own dark thoughts for company,
Now is happening,
And it isn't pretty.
-r.r.
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all lives are lives worth living | poetry
PoetryThese are pretty much things I write when I'm upset or trying to cheer myself up. So they might be a bit depressing or inspirational or both! I'll put trigger warnings before poems that need it, and I will put in the title whether it's depressing o...
