Dreaming of a time
Such a time,
When,
All was fine.
Fights ended,
Friendships began.
Love existed in my life.
Such a blindingly bright spot in such a dark life.
I'm so pathetic.
And now,
I'm so lost.
The only thing that comes back is this depression.
Its all unraveled.
All of it.
There are things to look forward to,
But is the painful cloud ahead of it really worth it?
No,
No, its not.
I'm not doing this again,
And again,
And again.
I'm sick of life toying with my emotions.
I'm sick of everybody overlooking my pain.
I'm not doing this again.
I'm not doing anything more.
