Destitute.

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

Nah!

I’ll rather lock it up, put it up on a shelf

Is deep sadness a cry for help?

Help!

How does one even recognize they need it?

Anyways, my solution is to let it pass

Let time and peace bring the restitute

-Signed,

trust us that this too, shall pass

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