I'm not sure why I'm writing
I don't feel particularly broken right now
Why do I lie?
Is it a lie?
When I smile
Do I lie?
When you ask how my day has been
Do I lie?
When I laugh but nothing is funny
Do I lie?
I laughed
So hard
I cried
That's a lie
I laughed
So I
Would not
Cry
But I did
I cried
It felt good
It had been too long
Since I had cried
It had been too often
That I had lied
Monday:
I spilled bleach on my shirt
Pre Cal made no sense
Tuesday:
Your words truly hurt
My life made no sense
I was licked today
Twice
Not a dog
My shoe was stolen today
Twice
Not a dog
Still
The actions could have been worse
I didn't like that shirt
I wasn't using my shoe
Still
I felt pain
Not at the actions of the day
But
I felt pain
From the day
I feel pain
From life
From living
I choose to say
That my depression has gone away
Do I lie?
Should I lie?
Do I care if I lie?
If I say I want to die
Do I lie?
I choose to say
That my depression has gone away
Do I lie?
YOU ARE READING
Peaceful Darkness
PoetryCollection of depressing poetry This is my story. My life laid out for you. Take from it what you will. This story is CONTINUED in "When The Sun Rises You May Ne Burned "
