I used to wish I had
another life
daydream
about living
without the stress of mine
"if only,
life had given me
better cards to play"
now, I'm just envious
of others
minds
it's not
the cards I was dealt
that are the problem-
it's the constant overlooking
of plays
I could have made
continuous mistakes
my own
personal
issues
preventing me
from turning out
on top
used to think
(still kind of do)
that everyone who was
"happy"
were just deceiving themselves
lying
telling theirself
that they were happy
so much so
that they
believed it-
using
distractions
to keep their misery at bay
now I realize
that thought
was quite a bit
of self-projection
how nice it would be
to have passion again
emotion
my outgoing nature
I've been dealing with her for years
which leaves me to wonder-
has my personality
just been
a fabrication
a mask that I've worn
to hide
depressions ugly visage?
have I worn it
so frequently that
I started to recognize it
as my own
reflection?
I don't know who I am anymore
though,
it's not like I ever have
I don't know what life is anymore
I've definitely
never known
what that's been all about
for the past six months,
(year?....)
(two years?...)
(my entire life?...)
I've only had
two states
of emotion-
dark blue
or
gray
dark blue
is when I am inconsolable
with tears
absolute misery
my soul
shattered
into a million pieces
dark blue
is when I have
panic attacks
over how horrible
of a person I am
lying
on my bathroom floor
choking on my own tears
choking on my own breath
gray
is
nothingness
something
horrible could happen to me
a job loss,
a heartbreak,
a loss of a friend
and I will experience
no emotion
like an empty
void
throw whatever the ****
you want in there
I promise you
there will not be any
reaction
gray
with random
and sudden
bursts of blue
not the most
excruciating pain
just the constant
dull
throbbing
of the grayish blue
bruise
that you're always
trying
to cover up
I will
never
go away
upset with myself for not writing for two days