Worry about myself you say?
What's the point in doing that anyways…
We find ourselves fighting every day,
For the people who just push us away.
We think we find the cure for our pain,
But it just makes you look like you're insane.
Your friends and peers look so giddy and happy,
But you mope around being all sappy.
You beg for all the sad times to be gone,
On your knees praying for dawn.
The night has disappeared,
The darkness out of mind.
You see something bright,
And the daylight comes in, all nice and kind

I like to write, but it's not always good. I write to keep my mind off the catastrophes in the world, and to keep my depression from showing. But I enjoy sharing my thoughts with people. Hope you like them all.

Last updated February 23, 2015