We are not depressed
Just ruined from traumas and bipolar disorders
Of fake relationship we being through
Our minds been panged  from divorces
The divorces we had experienced

We are not suicidal
But  society has give us a low road to death
Suicide rate rising
The youth deny the reality,
By taking drugs

We are not the saddest generation
But  depression,PTSD, suicide rates
Are just on  summit
We hide  the reality
This life  will live us if not change,
If our mental health remain terrible

And after that relationship,
I wrote a thousand beautiful, sad poems.
Not to win you back
but to understand how I ever lost myself.

When depressed
And alone in dark room
Being silent with loudly mind
That time when thoughts haunts
When overthinking and overthinking
How do you found solace

When having mood swings
With grief and sorrow in downhearted
How do you found peace
That moment when feeling empty
Feeling ****** by blues and miseries
How do you find comfort

THE SAD ONES
You are used to loneliness
Grief is your only friend.
You walk in silence, with voices in your mind.
But with me, there is gospel:

Carry on, carry on.
Stare at the sky ,I'm there.
You are not alone. Stare at the sky.

This is hope.
If you're scared, go to church,
And find triumph in those silent battles.
Salvage what remains.
You've been lost for a while...

Here is your salvation.
You will be fine.

Two graves:
One for me,
The other for you.
For I , have been living dead
It wasn't fate,it was your deeds.
Had a nightmare,
But failed to psych up .
You lost me, and I lost my time .
Your demise.
We are strangers again.
   [November 23, 2024]

Resend those valentine messages
Whisper you adore me
Visit my crib once more
Make me feel 'special' again
Drain this tears you left me with
Restore our love affair

Resend the valentine
Rumble that sweet lie 'you will never leave me'
And make a vacation to a 'country club'
Where I will regive a rose
And give you a necklace
No ! Resend I still​ miss you

Changes  are inexorable
Can't repel changes in life
Is life forcing me to change
Best friends now  are aliens
My lover no longer send a text
Because change made her my ex

For the sake of mental health
Have to forget
Adapt it,learn to grin
Accept the changes
For peace start from the mind
I choose eunoia