First poem in a long long time.. can't really explain why as it will take to long but anyway um without further delay...
I am alive,
That's a blessing, I'm told.
Some days and nights, are good as gold.
Feeling happy and feeling love,
for the most part sure in the stars above.
But other days and other hours
I can't stop to smell the flowers.
The depths of depression are a heavy weight,
often more than I can take.
But on those days and the hours,
the ones where I can't smell the flowers.
I try to feel a bit better knowing,
that this cycle always keeps on going,
And I'll be back around.
I am alive,
That's a blessing, I'm told.
Some days and nights, are good as gold.
Feeling happy and feeling love,
for the most part sure in the stars above.
But other days and other hours
I can't stop to smell the flowers.
The depths of depression are a heavy weight,
often more than I can take.
But on those days and the hours,
the ones where I can't smell the flowers.
I try to feel a bit better knowing,
that this cycle always keeps on going,
And I'll be back around.
