My day started with crying
Because my family kept on lying
I went on to ski and have a blast
Only to wish it was my last
As the day went on
I found myself again
Wishing it to all just end
If only they cared a little more
Because i found myself crying again
On my bedroom floor.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
