Poems From The Humble Heart

Who, What, When, Where, Why, Why, Why?

Why do I feel so shit?
Like I've been left dying in a ditch.
Why do I feel so down?
Wearing this pathetically sad frown.
Why does my head it pound?
Against my skull, like it's hit the ground.
Why am I so confused?
As if I were a toddler trying to tie my shoes.
What is this void in my heart?
This sorrow that tears me apart.
Why does it all feel so profound?
I think if I were to disappear, I'd never be found.
Why am I so afraid?
As I stare at my reflection on a razor blade.
When did I become so depressed?
Was it after I moved to this new address?
How did I end up like this?
Every shot I take, I miss.
What am I supposed to be doing?
I know it's not lying here stewing.
Who am I supposed to be?
If I find the answer, will it set me free?
Where did that kind optimist go?
The person I have become, I no longer know.