What if I told you
That I am tired of ups and downs
Except there are no ups in my life,
Only downs
And that I sink a little further each time
And that I hurt a bit more every time.
And if I told you
That I'm
Not even a second but
Always a third choice
That I easily get hurt?
Always a less-loved child.
But it can't get worse right?
Wrong!
You don't know the half of it
But if you did
Would you do anything different?
Probably not.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
