I said happiness is overrated
It doesn’t flow with my vibe
The poetry
The dark clothes
Happiness just wouldn’t go
So, I wrote down depressing shit
That sounds the same as always
The darkness
The broken girl
Crushed by the weight of the world
The happy vibe didn’t come naturally
It sounded cheesy and alien
The sunshine
The pretty flowers
Not exactly emanating power
I used the darkness to mask my pain
It was all I believed I deserved
This torture
This self-hatred
I was haunted by my own dead
Everything I wrote sounded the same
I couldn’t get this feeling out of my head
This longing
This need
For everyone to feel sorry for me
Like if I actually wrote happily
No one would ever read it
The joy
The smiles
They don’t catch the eyes
So, I write the depressing shit
Because it's what I know
That darkness
That pain
I write it cause it makes me feel okay
About the Creator
Catherine
I am a 20-year-old college student who deals with depression and anxiety and uses writing and poetry to understand it better. This is my raw feelings put into words, and this is me.
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