Same old shit but a different day. I can't explain and I won't even try. feeling good is temporary. smiling has always been easier than explaining why I'm sad. slowly so slowly like petals falling from a rose. I want you to know but I don't want to tell you. Fuck the system. What's wrong with me. I have seen what the darkness does. I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember. I haven't moved on I'm just lying to myself. pain makes people change. saying it won't change a thing. does this poem ever end.