Mood
in a war inside my head
have to drag myself out of bed
why oh why can't i just be dead?
darkness settles over me
as do sadness, loneliness, and emptiness three
no one sees what's happening to me
i laugh or smile
and it's gone for a while
but it always comes back to make me feel vile
it's always there
even when i say a prayer
to stop this wear and tear
on my heart and on my mind
every day, i am resigned
to this feeling that makes me blind
to all the happiness in life
it gives me strife
and cuts me like a knife
this is my mood.
**DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT BASED ON DEPRESSION, SEEING AS HOW I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE DEPRESSION OR NOT. IT SURE SEEMS LIKE IT, BUT JUST IN CASE, KNOW IT IS ONLY BASED ON HOW I FEEL.**
Copyright © H. A. Yappen | Year Posted 2018
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