Why am I unhappy, why can't I feel joy? Why do they wanna break me like a flimsy little toy? I wish god would give me a reason to smile. I wish god would make me feel good for awhile. But I contemplate now more than ever, why must my life be like this? As I sit thinking about my past, I realise it used to be filled with bliss. I know that I'll never be happy again. So I'll tell you now that this is my end. My good friends, I hope to make no ammends. For this is my choice and no one else's decision. You may think I have a blurry vision. But I do say this is not true. And no, this has not come out of the blue. While yes blue is a beautiful colour, with hues too many to utter. My feeling of sadness can not be surpressed. Some people may call me depressed. Yet life does have it's ups it does have it's downs. All I can do pretty much is frown, like a sad clown. Don't look down and start to cry. Please believe me when I say that I wanted to die. Look upon my grave but don't bow your hair. For my soul is simply not there. It is floating around, happy and free. I can finally be the real me. But since I am living and not yet dead, my life, I fear is still a dread.
Notes: no I'm not suicidal, it's just easier to write depressing poems than it is happy ones.
