Different, different, different.

Different: A poem about myself as a teenager wanting to overcome a year of depression. Every step i take will feel lighter My smiles will be genuine this time, brighter I don't even like to smile much. But this time will be different. A slow kind of death Weak moments. Tears with every breath. Drawn out processess are the worst ones But this one was different. That contented glow will return to my skin My murky brown eyes will sparkle from within This normally sounds horribly cliche. But this time will be different. Curled up, crumpled, a pitiful human ball Hostile thoughts. Sharp. Fuck. Them. All. With these things i'm never so bitter. But this one was different. I'll actually want to be around That sociable feeling. Found. All sounds very idealised doesn't it? But this time will be different. Loneliness is pretty painful y'know Thoughts and feelings to and fro You shouldn't really dwell on things like this But this one was different. Different, different, time keeps moving I'll still be here, breathing proving I might glow, sparkle, smile...might not. The weak moments, slow death, loneliness...left to rot. No. Different, different, different. I wanted to quit But today in itself is different. I'm not done with it. Whether situations improve or worsen If i withstand or buckle under the burden I'll be different. Different, different, different That's what i wanted right?