If You Were Here
If you were here,
Would you look at me with disappointment?
Would you be ashamed of the person I've become?
The days are long.
Sometimes I can barely stand,
My feet drag when I walk,
I can't hold my head up high.
I often cannot smile,
Because my head is clouded with darkness.
It is clouded around with all sorts of a jumbled mess.
People would say I'm depressed.
Hopefully I am,
Because its better than communicating with this whole mess.
Maybe people would like me less.
Would you look at me with disappointment?
Would you be ashamed of the person I've become?
The days are long.
Sometimes I can barely stand,
My feet drag when I walk,
I can't hold my head up high.
I often cannot smile,
Because my head is clouded with darkness.
It is clouded around with all sorts of a jumbled mess.
People would say I'm depressed.
Hopefully I am,
Because its better than communicating with this whole mess.
Maybe people would like me less.
♠ ♠ ♠
Late posting. Sorryyyyyyy.