Happily Depressed

Don't judge me by my picture, I was high when I took it.

My heart is shattered

Scattered across the floor

Like the shards of a broken mirror

 

Crimson red blood runs down my arm

From the fresh cut on my wrist

Is this really my end?

 

Hopefully not, I'm not ready to die

I didn't mean to cut so deep,

But I was happily depressed

And didn't really know what to do

 

Reviews

[RYGON MASK]

depressed not deqressed

[WriterMe]

Somehow this poem seems true to me. I like the realistic feel it has to it.