Crybaby

I guess I'm a crybaby because I cry in my poems I can make you feel alive with my words, but I died in these moments I struggle to smile, I struggle to feel, I struggle with everything I'm a crybaby because depression poisoned me with it's deadly sting I cry without shedding tears I can't live until I dead my fears A bed of regret and a cover of mistakes I give my food for thought and hope I give enough to cover the plate I look out of the window as the rain falls I begin to feel happy and then the pain calls I'm stupid enough to pick the phone up Depression forces me to think about the wrong stuff I picture myself dying, and dream about death almost daily I'm trying to be positive, but I feel low lately I'm trying to find the inner strength that I know I have Until then I'll just be a crybaby and shed tears with ink on my pad I guess I'm a crybaby because I cry in my poems I can make you feel alive with my words, but I died in these moments I struggle to smile, I struggle to feel, I struggle with everything I'm a crybaby because depression poisoned me with it's deadly sting