the depression hits hard today
so hard i feel like i'm going mad
and i can't think of a solution to fix it
i could run away
kill myself
sleep for 24 hours
lose my mind
but i won't do any of those things
i haven't got the balls
so i'll sit here
praying that tomorrow might hit a little less
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetryi'm sorry if you thought this book would be fiction and there would be a huge plot with unrealistic characters and happy endings it's just a few poems about my feelings about me (in the works, a constant story as long as i keep writing poems)
