Poetically Challenged

I wish that I could write a poem That would make people happy I'd write it by myself, alone Not too sweet, not to sappy Instead I write of sad things And I write about depression I write of all the pain it brings In each and every section It's not because I'm sad all the time Poetry is just my release Maybe I was just mad at the time When I wrote it peice by peice I wish that I could write a verse To brighten someones life But my poetry is just a curse Twisted and full of strife.