I don't feel like,doing sports or going to the mall, To be honest with you guys,I truly hate it allThe only thing that I like,Is lying in bed all day,don't think about tomorrow,Because I will never be okayIt's hard,to live with depression for years,I don't have a clue,why it came so out of the blue
my life before was A-okay,I had friends and good grades,But nowadays,there's no one that will stayno one to pet my shoulder,tell me to be fine,no one to kiss me goodnight,there's just no lightNo light is this tunnel,of suffering and pain,When will it all end?it's been so many times I've been broken and bendNow this poem is over,And I'm going to lie in bed,Go do something nice now,I hope you have a nice day instead.
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