I tried pills; it don’t work. I tried love, don’t like the feel.
So I drink until I’m drunk. But next morning, I am ill.
Tried to smoke; it don’t work. Hate the feel of being high.
So I run, turn off the lights and just sit there so I can hide.
I try putting on this front. I’m so happy with such glee!
But the truth is I’m in misery with desire to be free.
Who am I? Oh who am I? Little boy blue? I think I am.
I make lies seem so true, but you won’t fall for my plan!
I read books on positive thinking, but that stuff don’t work for me.
I think I’m sick…sick in the head, I say! You’re all out to get me!
Talk to myself in the mirror, but I don’t like what I see.
So I punch it just to see a thousand reflections looking at me.
Oh well….
No one cannot stop me! Happiness…I’ve finally caught it!
But the problem? I’ll be unstoppable if I could just get started.
I hate the rut of depression. Especially when it doesn’t show up every day. Some days you’re fine and then the next day you doubt everything you thought of the previous. So very very true Jarid!
Thank you for reading and commenting! Means a lot!
“I’ll be unstoppable if I could just get started.” How true is that..
I appreciate this write. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you Mona!