Like They're Supposed To

This week.

This one week.

It was all I really asked for

and it was supposed to be

the time of my life

So...

Why do I feel like crying?

Why do I want to lock myself

in the bathroom

and flood the floor?

Diving deeper and faster

into my depression

With each tearing,

silent sob

I don't understand this

Why can't things ever happen

like they're supposed to?