my life is worth this?
you define me,
my worth,
and this is what you think?
i am worth the extra gas money,
the time spent hoping i dont off myself,
the energy lost convincing me all this,
the loss of breaths,
the hurt you cause yourself,
the money spent on meds?
meds that don't help,
because i seem happy,
they must work,
how else could i seem happy?
I'm not happy,
you won't believe me if i am happy.
Why would i be?
I'm not aloud to be,
and that's not just me saying it,
you believe it,
don't you?
YOU ARE READING
black poems
詩歌poems and quotes about depression, anxiety, ADD, ADHD, Sycosis, PTSD, schizophrenia, emotions, personal experience, etc.
