Dying Boy
You don't need my confession
To know that I'm struggling with depression
it follows me everywhere I go
and I wish it wouldn't show
I can bury my face in other things
but I still breathe in the negativity it brings
Just as it is to run, things can get so tough
because life just doesn't provide enough
I can mask myself with cheer and joy
but never forget there's still a sadness in this dying boy
This poem is about:
Me