A poem for death

I am not depressed

I am not depressed.

I can still smile at pretty things,

And laugh when jokes are funny.

I can still talk to people,

And enjoy nice days.

But when I go inside,

When I'm alone,

There's something broken.

And I fall into a sadness so sweet,

It engulfs me.

I look in the mirror,

And I don't like what I see.

And the tears always fall,

When I'm falling asleep.

And I'm missing something,

That doesn't exist.

I am not depressed.

I've just been sad for awhile.

I can find the light.

I can still smile.