A Collection Of My Thoughts.

This isnt a pity poem

I think maybe I can only write when I'm sad, the need for a healthy coping mechanism sets in and I will only write about how shitty I feel.
How I wish I wasn't alone,
How you make me feel better.
Things have been getting worse, the depression setting in and the brick on my chest turning to two.
I sit in my room for hours and cry about how I wish things were different.
This isn't a pity poem or story on teenager angst, this is me longing for a different tomorrow.
Maybe one with more smiles and love.
One With a sweet girl.
One with less resentment and mental illness.
One where my poems are filled with synonyms for happiness.
This is poem about a teenager who is struggling and doesn't know how to stop.