Wonderful

Wonderful

I have a job with money
I have a beautiful honey
And the sky is still sunny

Yet I can't seem to smile.
In my head I walk miles.
And all my writing ends in a trash pile.

All these feelings in my head
All the sleepless nights on my bed
Everything I ever said.

What was it all for?
When they just ask for more.
I felt this feeling before.

I try to hide it behind a girl
Who I claimed to be my world
But I won't buy her a pretty pearl

It made me not text her for a couple of days
I really had nothing to say
But I end up texting her the third day anyways

Because I was tired of the gloom
And all this stupid doom
I felt like I was going to pop like a balloon

But she only said a few words
That wasn't heard
Because I'm not part of her herd

I can't dance around in the sun.
I can barely have fun
I would rather shoot myself with a gun.

But she will never know.
And as always I'll go along with the flow.
So, it won't show.

Because depression can be quite delightful
And sadness can be beautiful
And I'll call these empty words wonderful