Red, Red, Red

by Ashlee Soptick 11 months ago in sad poetry

Confessions of a Depressed Mind

Red, Red, Red

I wish I could feel ok.

I wish someone could see through all the bullshit and see that I'm not ok.

I wish I was normal.

I wish this emptiness did feel so HEAVY.

I wish I could talk about how I feel and have someone just comfort me instead of acting like I do this for pity or attention.

Why does EVERYTHING hurt?

What is wrong with me?

Why am I never good enough?

Why am I always so alone?

I wish I were dead.

What's the point of living like this?

Why live when I bring nothing but negativity to everyone's life?

Red is such a pretty color.

Nothing matters, especially me.

I'm pissed that I'm too much of a coward to end it.

I just want to be loved for who I am, not who they want me to be.

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Ashlee Soptick
Ashlee Soptick
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