Sealyanphoenix

All I want to do is cry. I can feel it deep inside, but all I can do is ask myself why.This feeling makes me feel pathetic and weak. My insides ache and feel like they may break. I feel small and meek.If only I could justify this feeling of despair. To know it wasn't just in my head, then maybe i wouldn't need to care.I hate writing dumb poems of woe, just to realize that the woe is just a chemical imbalance. I just want to put my pen down and go.I open up my bottle of "happy" pills. Pills I know I need to take to make others happy; to put one into my mouth, I must gather up all my will.My sadness is taken over and I go numb. My roller coa...