I am not depressed.
I can still smile at pretty things.
And laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people.
And enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside,
When I am alone,
There is something broken
And I fall into a sadness so sweet
That it engulfs me.
I look in the mirror
and I don’t like what I see.
And the tear always fall
When I’m falling asleep
And I miss everything that doesn’t exist.
I am not depressed.
I’ve just been sad for a while (and awful since I’ve born)
But I can still find the light,
Maybe in heaven,
Maybe in your smile,
Maybe in your eyes,
Maybe if I die…
But I can still smile ;)
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
I am not depressed.
I can still smile at pretty things.
And laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people.
And enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside,
When I am alone,
There is something broken
And I fall into a sadness so sweet
That it engulfs me.
I look in the mirror
and I don’t like what I see.
And the tear always fall
When I’m falling asleep
And I miss everything that doesn’t exist.
I am not depressed.
I’ve just been sad for a while (and awful since I’ve born)
But I can still find the light,
Maybe in heaven,
Maybe in your smile,
Maybe in your eyes,
Maybe if I die…
But I can still smile ;)
Request permission to use this poem