It doesn’t go away, even if I wanted it to.

I have a low mood,

I have lost interest in everything I was ever good at,

It has lingered in my life for as long as I can remember.

I cannot sleep; the insomnia is frequent, it tosses and turns me like a boat.

I feel useless,

I feel guilty,

It is unbearable.

I do not know when it will end.

I hope I do not feel this way for ever.

It doesn’t go away, even if I wanted it too.

So my wish is for it to be gone. Maybe I hope I will be too.

(p.s just a poem I am very happy)