One thing I know for sure
Is that I'm not okay
And that I'll never find a cure
Or have just one happy day
Dark thoughts coursing through my mind
Consuming all my positive emotions
Never again, for me to find
My depression always sending me these notions
You ask me, "What's wrong?"
My reply is, "Nothing, I'm fine."
But I'm just trying to be strong
And maybe you could be my lifeline
"I'm not okay,
I am lost
And I can't find my way,"
I say with my voice crossed
My heart has always been
Just a whirlwind of feeling
Held together by a clothes pin
And I'm just done with dealing
One thing I know for sure
Is that I'm not okay
And that I'll never find a cure
Or have just one happy day
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Poetic Scriptophobia
PoetryA book of poems that probably aren't that great, but I write them anyway because I have nothing better to do. Warning! Some of my poems are about topics such as depression, self harm, rape, and anxiety. They may also contain course language. Please...
