i am not depressed.
i can still smile at pretty things,
and laugh when jokes are funny.
i can still talk to people,
and enjoy nice days.
but when i go inside,
when i am alone,
there is something broken.
and i fall into a sadness so sweet
that it engulfs me.
i look in the mirror.
and i don't like what i see.
and the tears always fall
when i'm falling asleep.
and i miss something,
that doesn't exist.
i am not depressed.
i've just been sad for a while.
but i can still find the light.
i can still smile.