The sun is shining
The sky is blue and,
The wind is warm
I look around to see all of the smiling faces,
The children laughing and running around without a single care in the world,
As they should
The warm breeze of the wind caresses my face against my resistance
But,
I don’t wish to be embraced
My heart is slowly turning black and my soul is being drained from my body
I’ve been damaged so much that I cannot enjoy the festivities of life but instead I wallow in my depression and I,
Attempt to cry but nothing comes out besides pathetic lies and fake smiles so people believe that I’m ok
I’m not
I’m alone because I’m the person that people pity
I’m the person that people invite over out of guilt and them wanting to feel like a good person
I’m the person that’s everyone’s last option
I’m the person...