CONCEALED
Happiness is all you give...
I feel like my depression is about everything...
My life was never great it had its flaws,
always scratching at me with its very sharp claws...
Looking back at the past,
A lot has changed...
The Window into "helpless" breaks and in comes the...
Another day has passed, another battle has been...
There is a piece of me that I try to hide from the...
Just a passing glance and you would see nothing...
So the black dog finally got me
The clouds won't move away...
Make me anybody else
Scratching on the roots of sadness and hate...
Our lips were a shade of delicate light blue;
their colour that of gentle stalactite...
Nightmares
reoccurring...
Colors flow across my skin in the form of makeup,
Hiding the things I do not want to face...
“How are you?”
…In my mind I screamed, I’m tired, worried...