When a man works
Used to think I wouldn't have depression anymore,
Guess I was wrong it still somehow strikes me to the core,
I start to wonder if people find me a fucking bore,
If I'm on their pity list of sad people and Galore,
Start to find myself back in the darkness where I sit on the floor,
Start to see myself not wanting anything from my favorite store,
I feel the hunger when I don't want to eat the cooking I used to adore.
My dreams are no longer wealthy because I dream in poor,
Wake up to a life I don't find too far off shore,
I try to blind myself with fake happiness something I once wore,
Life is hearing my dad come home from a long night, going to sleep for two hours then going to his second job that's not right! overworking his fucking self, I no longer hear him snore.
——— I lay awake, make my reality fake, try to stay away from people who don't give but take, and that's why I'll never be in a good enough mental state. —— Antonio Taveras have a good day.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
