I don't think I'm depressed.
I can still smile at pretty things
and laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people and enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside,
when I'm alone,
there is something broken and I fall
into a sadness so sweet that it engulfs me.
I look in the mirror and I don't like what I see,
and the tears always fall when I'm falling asleep
and I miss something that doesn't exist.
I don't think I'm depressed.
I've just been sad for a while
but I can still find the light.
I can still smile.
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PoetryThese poems are not by me, they are by other people with extensive minds to think beyond feelings and thoughts. I thought it would be nice to gather some of the few poems that have meaning to me and could possibly mean something to you. Enjoy.
