Back in the days when i was happy,
everything was ok,
i was healthy,
i was always smiling,
and if there was a problem i knew how to fix it.
But in the dark and gloomy days,
that i now wake up to,
i know im not happy,
everything is not ok,
im not healthy,
i don't know how to fix it,
even the doctor is clueless as to how to help...
So what do i do?
I guess since no one can take time out,
of their 'PERFECT' little life,
i will just sit here,
sad,
depressed,
unhealthy,
without a clue on how to fix myself,
but don't panic...
No don't you worry!
I'm used to it....
You always ignore me remember?
The ppl who ignore you aren't worth it... The people who do are here to stay... Hope you get betta sn... Keep writing, ur a natural. Rissa
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The message in this poem is clear as bell, ringing with truth in every line! I've been through those dark days that you're talking about and I can tell you from experience that it will get better. Keep writing and blessing the world with your beautiful words. ~Lacey~