Snown

Poem it a about someone's who is not happy and always depressed

Snow

The first time it snowed,
I felt like I was in heaven.

Everything was soft and quiet,
like the world finally slowed down
so I could breathe.

The second time,
I was still happy.
I smiled.
I said, “wow… it’s back.”



But now —
the snow falls
and I feel empty.

I watch it from the window,
and it’s beautiful,
but I can’t feel the beauty anymore.

Everyone celebrates —
lights, music, plans —
and I just sit there,
wondering why my heart
won’t join them.


Christmas didn’t matter.

New Year didn’t matter.
My birthday came and went,
and I didn’t even want it.
It’s like everything I loved
stopped shining,
like someone turned off
the part of me
that used to feel excited.

And I keep asking myself,
quietly,
over and over:
When do I get myself back?

Or is this what it’s going to be —
snow falling,
and me watching,
feeling nothing?