As you let that black smoke go up to the sky-
It is my lungs that inhale that smoke.
And unfortunately it is as if the more I inhale,
The more negative I become.
It was better when there was no black smoke,
It was better when there was a purpose to live for...
Or maybe that's the black smoke getting to me.
Because I swear I am happy...
I swear!
Or am I not?
Or am I afraid of saying that I let the black smoke take over every part of my body?
I wish I knew the answer,
But at this point in life I'm afraid that I'm a goner.
YOU ARE READING
Lifeline
PoetryDepression is something that some people don't know about. In this book it will be on depression and my journey with depression. (Honestly turns into a book of everything lol).
