I Was Happy Today.

A little poem I wrote because, despite my new medication, I still felt rather depressed and worthless earlier.

 Why can't everyday be this nice?
A day where my veins felt warmer than ice.

My throat or wrist, I didn't feel a need to slit.

I wasn't alone today.

I wish it could always be this way.

Today I felt loved and cherished.

My hear today, seemed to have not perished.

I felt today.

I understood the words those songs say.

I felt the wind, the sun, and the people.

I felt the world was a church, and I it's steeple.

I felt happy.

I didn't spend my day weeping.

This day, however,

I did spend sleeping.

Author's Note

I don't think I've ever wrote poetry to put for others to see. I hope I did well! This is my first, though, so I'd enjoy some constructive criticism!