Always try to be happy,
Smile and smile till you feel it,
This somebody on my back,
His voice that guides me to the dark,
This emptiness, these lonely streets,
He directs me to place called distruct,
I snuck a breath, try to breathe,
Get caught by this damn depression on my back,
Falling down, crawling up,
Sliding down, giving up.
He stares at me when I try to laugh,
He stares at me when I try to cry,
Just stay still, don't move,
Just walk till you can't move,
Do the words that leaves my mouth,
I obey and I'm not strong anymore,
I talk to me, I'll be okay,
Yea? That's a funny story. And he laughs.
Silence crawls, he speaks again,
You know you're better off dead right?
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I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
