Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy? Some think music is always the answer. But it's not. This is the life that I wanted, So come and confront it. I know it's wrong to hide behind fakery, but it seems to be all that's left from my terrible history. People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete. School has changed me--for better or for worse, whatever type it chose, it still gave me a bad curse. Now is the time to Forgive. The anger is taking over. I never wanted to yell, but it's like the world is getting colder. I need human interaction as a distraction. Being by myself causes too much friction. You’d walk home from a day that you thought was going to be okay, but it appeared that even just sitting still was enough to drive you insane. Stuck in this Hell of contradicting confusion. Want to open up but scared about choosing. The good luck man has stricken me dead. Everything is now hanging on a thread. For most, guilt is just a temporary thing, Not exactly an emotion but a feeling of the obscene. The beautiful thing that I learned On the almost worst day of my life
They say talk it out, do it. I know it's hard, but you can get through it. this one speaks for itself. it's crazy how you're reaching your goals but you feel like you're fading at the same time. live carefully, people. This was a poem-ish rant I made close to about a year ago, when my depression was really bad. I was keep on switching back and forth on whether or not I should share this...but I thought I should beca... That I'll be in a dimension worth being up, but I fall constantly and let me be honest here, I've given up. But I'm taking in too much, I've had quite enough. It's like radio game, except there's no end monologue.