Do you see the black sky,
It's turning into my cry,
Dark and sad.
Both in which I am.
I never feel happy or glad.
I am always depressed or sad.
You think you can make me laugh, you say?
Good luck with that.
It won't last for long.
Eventually I'll be nothing.
Eventually we'll all be nothing.
Who do you think you are calling me out on my mistakes?
That's for me to know and for you to never find out.
Calling me out is the last thing you would want to do.
I get snappy.
A little happy to know I could just snap.
All of you out there like me,
Take my hand.
My poems are for you and me.
J