I seriously think I'm depressed.
I'm pretty sure I know why.
Yet it feels like I don't know.
I'm so confused.
I've left a place of joy prematurely.
(For a perfectly valid and understandable reason)
To return to a place of stress and *******.
Back to memories and the same sights.
Oh how I miss the place of wonder.
Peace. Freedom. Pure happiness.
To this place.
"Everybody says that when they leave" you may say.
"Everybody has their problems at home".
But it's deeper than that.
My problems are more legitimate than you think.
What I have to return to is nothing happy.
Nothing feels the same.
I'mstarting to see life with a different pair of eyes.
I'm so confused.
I'm not sure of anything.
Except I want to go back forever.
Or until things are better.
I know for sure
I don't want to be here.