Trying to define happiness would be a waste of time
As no one can quite put a pin on the definition
Instead, what better way than to simply BE
BE happy, BE confident, BE independent
But, it's hard.
For some like me
expression is hard
So I write it instead.
I'm fifteen years old
And severely depressed
I have to live every day
Like I'm second best
I try so very hard
To get on with my life
But it's hard to keep on running
When my hand holds a knife
Sadness, depression
They swallow me whole
In my vision there's no colour
And world looks so dull
I can't believe I fooled myself
That I was happy for so long
And despite my looming stature
On the inside I'm not strong
Encouraged by my fantasy
I have no real home
Can I ever stop searching?
Or forever will I roam?
I cannot even wish
To go back to happy times
I learned that all my past is lies
It seems the bells have lost their chimes
All the lovely families
Have me seething in hot rage
Maybe I can finally
Rewrite the final page
I now believe I understand
How I can change my fate
I'll use illusions as my guide
To enrich my mental state
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A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
From time to time I guess we've all felt this. Polarities are a difficult place to exist within. It's a great write and expresses those things I guess you find are difficult to say in the perceived reality..yet your writing places you in reality.
Keep on little by little, it's worth it.
You do write well, so please continue! I do hope that you will overcome your problems of depression. It is not easy, but you must keep on trying.
sorry you feel this way. this is a very good poem, some good expression
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