In a world full of pain
In a world that is unfair, brutal, and dishonest. I sit here and write to express my sorrow. Or maybe I am overwhelmed with the expectations that the world has placed on me. I ask myself if it is my mind that has slowly become corrupt. Because lately if I ask my heart, my head is the one to talk. Am I so full of misery that I can’t believe? Even on my brightest day its only darkness that I see. It’s days like this that I wish I didn’t breathe. Depression is a disease, but how can I seek help if no one can hear me scream? How can I get the strength to stand on my two feet? In this stage of life, Is happiness just a dream?
Ariana Jazzelle 