If I Could Write All That I Wanted

I am sad. I am depressed. I am lonely. I feel tormented. I feel like I'm being punished. I don't dare to come out of my shell. I haven't told anyone about it. It's a secret of my own. I've kept it deep within my heart because I know no one really understands of only a shallow companion they can play the part. So I laugh I laugh hard and smile a lot. Some might even think that I've gone berserk. But I'm craving craving for someone to understand me before I do myself because these emotions you see are drowning me within. I'll write poetic stories for you ones that will put my mind to ease but maybe I should not because that'll make it hard for you to life appease. But I need to live too don't I? I'm not just a character you'll read about I'm a human of many minds. Breathing in the air seems impossible now the truth of life has taken away my appetite. But I wish for you all the happiness that you deserve. And if you don't find it you'll find me here in my reserve.