I am happy, am I not?
I have love, good life and more,,
I have everything, have I not?
Then what are these tears for?
My own poem. I wrote this feeling depressed. I get depressed every now and then. Maybe because I don't have a life and feeling depress is a way for me to feel alive. Weird isn't it?, but I actually feel alive when depressed. I don't feel suicidal whenever I'm so down, I feel doing crazy things though. When I'm happy that's the moment I'm the most cowardly. I don't want anything to change, I just want the time to stand still. But when I'm depressed oh I like the world to bring it all on me. I want the world to shake me, break me and make me feel all the emotions a human heart can feel.
