Apr 2020
Sadness flows as if it's a river
My happiness is dying like a wilting flower
I've tripped and fallen into a bottomless pit that makes me shiver
I've been falling for years and have never gotten out I hate and love this pit but it's making me sour
My happiness is dying like a wilting flower
I've tripped and fallen into a bottomless pit that makes me shiver
I've been falling for years and have never gotten out I hate and love this pit but it's making me sour
This whole thing is true and I cried while writing this and I'm coming close to emotionally cracking thanks for for even looking at my poems depression ***** a I need help
