Why is it that
the depressing and
the feeling of despair
come so naturally?

The words to describe
insurmountable sadness
and an aching emptiness
flow directly from my mind
to my fingers. I write and
type them easily
like I was born to do so.

Why is it that the aching in my heart
and the aching in my hand
go hand-in-hand

A look over the mountain of
anguish and all I see
is an ocean of deep,
unending emotional distress.

Time to de-stress,
oh laugh,
that is impossible
            silly me.

Describe my black filled soul
like a 2006 emo. And yet
describing the happy
however rare, is as if I am
attempting to climb
the tallest mountain on
Earth.