Why is it that
In a room
Of people
That I still want to die
Right in front of everyone
But really
I would just disappear
And I wouldn’t be in front
Of anyone
But myself.
Death would be a fine thing
If I could magically disappear
For one second
And temporarily never come back.
Isn’t it such a fine thing to feel
Like I’m going to die alone.
What a fine thing if
I could forget how to feel,
For one second.
Death would be a fine thing
To dissapear for one second only
A poem about depression