I think we all look for the Pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I want nothing but happiness
It’s not like I can find that.
I dreamt of days where I could just jump of joy.
Tired of being so depressed.
Sick in tired of waking up having to take this pill they say will make me feel at ease.
I want to be normal
But don’t we all?
I’m sick of having to faking smile when in reality I’m hurting deep inside
nobody hears my cries through my nasal voice.
I want someone to talk to I want someone to hear me not a therapist who listens but checks the clock to see if they’ll be getting the next dollar.
I want this I want that but I’ll never achieve it because when people look down on you you start to look down on yourself you build insercuties for yourself.
Being told “Go get the help you need because you really it.” I think that put everything in to perspective for me.
Now I’m thinking like:
Maybe I’m what they say I am
Maybe not normal
And I don’t have a purpose.
I want happiness I want love .
I want you to tell me you love even if it’s not the truth it would flatter me just to hear you speak it.