Despair

A poem I was writing one day when I was depressed for some reason or another.

I'm more hurt than what I display
What I won't reveal unless asked to say

Burying myself in all my dismay

Why do I insist on going on this way...

I may just be blinded, cannot see

You're right there, directly in front of me

But will you stay? It's what I need

Will 'we' always remain a 'we'..?

So now I'm broken, now I'm bruised

Why is it that I feel used?

It's like a bomb of happiness defused

Maybe it's just myself I've abused...

No more 'me and you'? Is it only I?

Is everything I've felt a lie?

Are you clipping my wings? Can I not fly?

Does this have to be goodbye..?

Author's Note

I wrote this in a random bout of depression :P It happens sometimes.