what a joke to be a rational being
who was born with a sick brain
there is no reason or meaning
it’s just painful
life hurts
but it doesn’t have to
that’s what you told me
but you still hurt
it can get better
but it’s never really gone
and that’s a truth you’re saving for later
isn’t it?
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
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
do you ever go to a party
and look around
and wonder
how is everyone so normal?
I wish it would rain more often
so everyone would just stay inside
then I could lie in bed knowing
a lot of happy people are doing the same
that’s the situation
where I’d be most like happy people