If anyone reads this

Here I go again writing down how I feel.
For my readers out there, do you believe that’s it real.
How I’m always sad and that I can never be happy.
Since most of my poems recently talk about me feeling crappy.
Well it’s not intentionally, just know that.
Unless you know the facts,
Don’t say a word please.
The direction I’m going , I don’t know if it’s up or down.
May in the future I will finally come around.
To that calming place.
Where i do have faith.
Oh I long for that place to be an actual thing.
Positivity is the only thing I can bring.
A smile at least wouldn’t hurt.
If I could take my eyes if the dirt.
I wonder if something happen to me , would it be then that someone care or would they just blame the fact I didn’t do enough. Or that they weren’t enough.  I don’t know since no one really even responds back to me. Friends huh...😔