S ( / NYC)

Lost Without A Map

depression is like being on a road trip
but with no map
you travel the long dark and lonely road
all alone
always alone
you drive past exits
not knowing if that was suppose to be your exit
then you come to a fork in the road
god you wish you had a map
so you could find the road to happiness
your almost there
the fork is coming
or right?
you take the left
too bad happiness was to the right

suicide the wrong turn
to a dead end

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Comments (2)

Yes ur poems are depressing but i hope they get happier
ur poems are all so depressing, i fell like ive experienced nothing compared to you, but, still good poem,