Deadly Daydreams (Dark Poems)

bleak

the youthful exuberance

that i once had

has molded and changed

into plain old sad

as the days grow blander

as i give into slander

i believe what you say

that i'm useless and gray

that i would be better

dead in a grave

with this deadly letter

i feel so depraved

i think and think

of how i can change

but i always feel like

i'm still the fucking same