Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

i am not okay but i think i am || part two

I realised that there was something wrong when I didn't feel like going to the place I'd always wanted to,

And every face I wanted to see atleast once a week was all I wanted to avoid,

And no I'm not addicted to my phone, I wished I was, so that nothing else would matter,

Because at the end of the day I need something to fill that void.

I don't like the stares and the looks of pity, which are only there to disguise the malice present in their eyes,

My grief is a joke, a big fat joke, to them, because they'll never understand, unless they feel it like I felt it,

And I hope they never have to feel it,

The loss of a friend, a friend who probably isn’t coming back anytime too soon,

And I've waited and hoped, and wished on the moon,

But he hasn’t come back yet,

I hope he comes back today, or tomorrow or the day that comes next,

Because every morning I wake up feeling so empty,

And I'm sleeping in but I'm not even staying up late.

My grades are slipping, I've let myself go, months of hard work down the drain, I'm drowning in sorrow,

My insecurities are back, my anxiety is hitting the roof,

I could say that I'm depressed, but where's the proof.