Fogged

I finally pulled myself out of the black fog

I saw what the light looked like for the first time

I should've known it wouldn't have lasted long

Before I got sucked back in 

My happiness drifted away with the wind

I wouldn't wish this feeling on my worst enemy

Sometimes I wish my friends would have a little empathy

But that's too selfish of me to ask

In my head everything is turning black

I just want to go back

To the days when I was happy

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Sounds very mellancholic and bitter. Searching for better times at the past. Nicely write and i hope . You will write something more happy.

[Dust That Drifts Throug..]

People can figure out what this poem is about without saying the word.