I thought it was normal to be sad
I mean
who is not depressed?
who has never felt like losing the meaning of life
never walked around without destination
never cried in the night, when no one sees you
and you can finally let it cry
who has never felt the heaviest chest pain
while seeing a dying flower or a dropping leaf
or without seeing a dying flower or a dropping leaf
who has never pretended to be happy
when surrounded by friends
never hidden the voice inside
: you forgot how to be happy
: you can’t be happy
: you are not allowed to be happy
who has never self-harmed
to make sure I am still alive
to punish myself for being useless
to celebrate
this little moment, I don’t need to think of
how much more painful outside of this wound
who has never oppressed the moment of explosion
oppressed the emotions
oppressed the, perhaps, my true thought of escaping the cage
who has never held the urge of shouting out loud
of giving up
of hoping someone to tell me
“You are good enough. You are worthy“
“I am here, and I will always love you”
It is normal
It could be normal
I thought it was normal
I lied.
I thought it was normal to be abnormal.