Good days

I am not able to paint anymore, so started creative writing as a form of art therapy, below is the first thing I have ever shared. I made a reddit account for this. I would love some feedback. It was written when I was in an extremely dark place of suicide ideation and addiction. I am getting better.

Long time ago many good days

Now lots of bad days

 

Long time only bad days

Old days seem good

 

But were bad too

I wish it could stop

 

So tired always crying

Lost, alone and miserable

 

Everyone is like this

No one seems real

Even me

Sometimes I do good things

Not often

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u/Nice-Thanks-7081 — 21 days ago