Literature
Don't Pity the Weak
Day by day, I sit alone.
Day by day, i'm on my own.
Flowers bloom and skies are clear,
I'm lost in my mind, why don't I disappear?
Days are long and I'm stuck waiting,
waiting for a time where I am at peace.
I'm still here and I don't know why,
why it is so difficult for me to live, so i sit here and cry.
But don't pity me, please I beg.
I don't ask to be this way, so I've said.
I wish I was happy so I could be free,
Free to live life as it's meant to be.
But life moves on and it doesn't care about me,
so I should suck it up and try to live peacefully.
Don't pity the depressed, it only makes them worry more.
They can't have thousands of peop