I should be happy,
But then why am I not,
I get everything I couldwant,
But it doesn't help,
My mum tries to understand,
But even I don't get it,
I guess it's not something that happened,
But just something that is,
Nothing helps,
And I don't know if anything will,
They say it's a fase,
Or it's just pms,
But it's not,
And I'm not surewhat it is,
It doesn't make me hurt myself,
It just makes me think,
I think of bad things,
Like death and betrayal,
It's not a big deal,
It doesn't make me hurt too much,
It just hurts me,
My essence is peirced,
I wouldn't mind it so much,
But it hurts my mom,
It doesn't hurt her like it hurts me,
But it affacts her too,
It hurts,
But I'm tough,
I'm still young,
But I think old,
I still have youth,
But I'm thinking like I've seen alot,
Like I've seen people's pain,
Like I've seen things no human should,
Thinking of suicie,
And true love's betrayal,
Isn't healthy,
Isn't sane,
I should be happy,
But I'm not.
My Depression
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