What can I say, I’m just not happy. I have everything I need. I don’t want anything, Because the feeling of lust has left my body. People who brought me joy Can’t bring the same happy sensation. I’m just not happy. But i’m not sad. This implies that sad is a feeling. No, It is a way of life And there’s no way to change that.
Depression has been eating at me and I know my poem isn’t at all that good, but i needed to make something to help myself.