I do not feel depressed
I do not feel depressed
I do not feel depressed
cry
I am fine,
I swear it.
I'm a valuable member of society
A hard worker
With propriety
(What's propriety?)
cry
I do not feel depressed
No, not at all
I have friends
that never call
cry
Who needs friends,
when you got work
My employers honour me
with more work
cry
I am tired
Yes, that's all
I'm just tired
From the fall
from my youth
It was a long way down
Broke my crown
Still survived
Yet I cry
Yet again
I feel my life
Is a sin
No one wants me
But my job...
I'm alone
No one calls...
Angie, are you there?
Pick up the phone...
I'm alone....
About the Creator
Hillery D. Keefer
Hi! ^_^
My name is Hillery, with an 'e.' Nice to meet you. I'm new here but I've been writing poetry and flash fiction since I was a child. I like to write in the way that I think, so I guess it's kind of stream-of-consciousness at times.
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Extremely powerful ❣️ I feel this so much xx