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Cora Dec 2018
Four walls and a roof
Love all around
Happiness should shine through
Not this awful frown
Having more than enough
Why do I weep?
Is it me
Or is it this disease
I want to be happy
I’m nothing but privileged
I’ve got more than I need
But still gloominess leads
I shut down in silence
My voice never heard
I want it to stop
My problems all absurd
Cora Dec 2018
Every day seems a hard.
Thoughts racing. Fears pulsing.
Sometimes I can’t form a thought.
Words on the tip of my tongue, but no sound comes out.
Help me, I’m drowning.
Why won’t you reach your arm in this water and save me.
Our eyes lock and my silent scream commences
Can’t you see; can’t you tell.
The day is over now
In my own personal hell.

— The End —