Problems just keep coming like the air,
I can't handle another mental breakdown here,
She always writes sad poems so they said,
Yes I do its a problem I got with my head,
I guess my pen name should be the walking dead,
I get inspiration from my depression and my loneliness,
I know my poems are sad but I also know you love them,
And my rhythms are sick just like my mental health,
Why are you so weird?
I'm not, I just see the world in different shades of red.
©deryl
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