Depression has its positive sides - like my productivity! Two days in a row now I've bee writing - yes, depressing, gloomy bullshit, but the point is I HAVE been writing! I need to catch up for almost a month of no scribbles. Now this thingy is kind of a short story in rhymes. It came alive today at school, I have no idea how. No, I know how - 'cause I was depressed and fucked up. It's all my fault anyway. I like how it sounds, it's my first try writing a story, a story in rhymes even, so it's a bit short, but still - I LIKE it! Whoever doesn't - I don't care anymore.
Hey! How are you? Do you remember me from once upon a time? Where have you been till now?
I don't have a clue. Me? Oh, I'm fine. Never mind the bleeding, it's fake, just like me.
Would you like to hear a story beating at a cup of tea?
Ok, now, see, long, long ago there was a place in time,
where no one could show their face, unless they give one dime.
Once in there they could be flawless, blissful, carefree.
I tried to enter once and twice, but wasn't able to throw the dice.
Oh, well, that's okay, nevermind, it would have been a disaster there to lay my touch.
It's good it never caught my sight - besides, I don't even like myself much.
I still keep my invitation, you can have it if you want.
Don't worry, this is my occupation - you've been miserable, you deserve it,
but don't look for to thank me - don't!
No one should hear from me from now on, for I'll depart with my broken wings in the ground
where no one would see me and no one would be around.
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