i see people everyday.
people i talk to.
people that walk past me in the street,
people that never frown.
people full of confidence, always surrounded by friends.
and i always wonder, when they go home…
do the shaddows creep up on them too?
do they fall into the hole of darkness i find myself in every night?
no one would ever pick me to be here.
doing this…
i run around talking shit.
i laugh and make jokes.
im ‘the happy one’
ones of those people you never see cry
you never see get angry..
is that why this hole sucks me in so easily?
the world is funny like that.
spose nothings as it seems.
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I feel this way all the time….