I’m the happiest person I know but sometimes,
I feel destitute
It comes in waves
I can barely speak on it with my faves
I can never speak on it with self
I’ll rather lock it up, put it up on a shelf
Is deep sadness a cry for help?
How does one even recognize they need it?
Anyways, my solution is to let it pass
Let time and peace bring the restitute
trust us that this too, shall pass