Depressed
Four depressing walls
Though I try to fight the darkness
It consume me
You are only as happy as your least happy moment
I am who I am
So why do I feel bad for being who I am
Be comfortable in your own skin they say
It feels foreign
How can one not belong
How can no one hear my call for help
How can the world be blinded from what I am feeling
Do as you may
Take it all away just like you took him away from us
As the day draws closer
The images come to life
I relieve the moment
You lying there motionless
Me standing there
Full of life yet helpless
Nothing much has changed since then
I forget only for a little while
As the day draws nearer
The memory floods my brain
Life goes on
Mine did, without you
It’s sad how my surrounding is oblivious of your existence
Just as much as they are oblivious of how I feel
How I am feeling
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