Here's one of my depressing poems...

[Sadinatura]

I wish
People would know
How I feel
No
Not that I'm
“Happy”
I want them to know the fact
That I am just acting
I am a great actor
If I wasn't I would be
A complete mess
Yes sure it's nice to talk
But not really
I wish I could just
Express my emotions
And cry when I want
Do what
And when I want
Whenever I want
To be independent
No one would care
If your eating cookie dough
In your bedroom
Or if you're crying in your kitchen
For whatever depressing reason
If someone walks in
You can just say
“It was the onions"
But really
There is no reason
You just want to cry

When I want to cry
I have to bottle it all up
And wait
Until I find somewhere
Safe to be
Alone
No one will find me
Drowning in my sorrows
I can simply sit down
And mull
Do what I want
But actually, I can't
Because you don't get your wish
It is never ending wishes
That will never come true
You have to make some excuse
Like onions
Except you are not in a kitchen
You're sitting in the bathroom
In the very last stall
Waiting until your time
Until it has been far too much
Then you will have to get up
As usual
Make your way to the mirror
To hide the evidence
Prove what your not
That you're (not) okay
Or merely that you
Don't want to talk
You want
To be left
Alone

[Jtw]

It's not that depressing! It's a good start.

[Sadinatura]

Thanks, Jtw. Yeah, I definitely carefully selected one.
-Inatura