with a half smile I’m a miserable girl trying to be happy in a miserable world
with a nervous mind everything is complicated speaking up is hard when you’re verbally constipated
alone or with people I can’t say what I feel when I really don’t know if my “depression” is real
are the thoughts in my head just a phase or a mood? are my emotions just a product of my pessimistic attitude?
tell me what to do, how to cope, how to speak I don’t know how to handle my nerves on the brink
nothing very good ever becomes of this pain when my misery pushes out my tears just like rain
from dawn until dark it stays with me for hours isn’t it too bad my misery can’t just grow flowers