Why can't I just be happy? Why is it that every time I have a sliver of hope something comes around and breaks me down? It pulls my feet from under me and makes me fall to my knees. Its like everything just wants me to stay in this bubble of darkness. I always thought that bubbles are a supposed to float not sink. Why is it that my bubble is sinking when everyone else's are floating? It won't let me be happy. Everyone deals with things differently. Some people are strong and some people are weak as hell. I am one of those weak people and trust me living in darkness is hell.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
