weird: A Poem

 it’ weird 
 trying to explain
 how I can feel happy and depressed 
 all at once
 it’s like
 my feelings never learned to take turns
 I don’t feel one thing and then another
 there’s forever this cloud 
 of depression and anxiety 
 on top of everything
 covering how I’m meant to feel
 how I want to feel
 and that’s difficult to explain
  
 when you look me in the eyes and ask
 do I make you happy?
 the answer is yes
 always
 I’m just depressed  

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driving crazy: A Poem

 remember that time we drove down the hill
 you behind the wheel 
 and me in your passenger’s seat?
  
 take the wheel
 steer
 and you closed your eyes
 while my sweaty palms took over
 both our lives in my hands
  
 in that moment
 I couldn’t have cared less if I lived or died
 neither could you
 probably 
 but I cared for you
 and I was strangely happy making sure you lived 
  
 we don’t talk anymore
 and I suppose that’s my fault
 I pop pills now
 just like you
 but that’s no excuse
  
 I hope you never call
 some puzzles are just too hard to solve
 there are too many pieces scattered and lost  

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