Miss Misery

Haven't posted in quite a while.. here's a rather sinister and gloomy text.

This bubble couldn't be smaller,

my thoughts of doubt couldn't be taller,

miss misery has returned,

my optimism has already been burned,

I can't remember where I lost my faith nor my dignity. I want to escape this melancholy, this intruding sadness disturbing my thoughts which were already mournful. I want to live but every time I try, I die a little more inside. Where's the last resort when your comfort zone is a puddle of your own blood, sweat and tears?

Take me to a place further away, where there's no poison negativity,

like the people around me, like the people who love me,

but don't accept me, but may regret me,

a closed minded father and a mother who is insane,

take me to a place where I won't be frowned upon for wanting to listen to the rain.

I'll fake it through the day tomorrow, convincing myself that this will be temporary. The clock is ticking though, I hope that the arrival of my happiness is not delayed.

I hope that the arrival of my happiness is not delayed.

I hope that I don't miss it.