This isnt a poem but how i feel. i alway dream of when i will feel happyieness again, when ill be able to smile and feel the warm happy feeling again, but intead im stuck in a nighmare of depression, ptsd and anxiety man how i cant wait till it stops, till i stop, i understand that most will say its ok or its just in your head, they give me pill and just tell me to go to bed as if i were never asking for help, they think that a drug will cure me when im missing somthing i never had, falling into a pit of never ending darkness, and tears that im always drowning in, man i cant wait till i can breath again, my the only thing that was keeping me alive no longer says hi every morning or i miss you, so i just ride with the world and pretend to be ok like as if im in a drama club, but thats enough about me.