You snuck up on me again,
yes I remember you my old dear friend...
I never thought she could have
a colder heart than mine...
Nobody sees
the inside report...
Four-letter overused word,
that adds a silent sigh...
There I stood,
entranced in the mirror...
And gosh, I'm much tired today
Cease the water rushing through my veins...
Can't shake the feeling
Something is wrong inside...
With this knife in my hand,
One that has accidentily tasted my blood...
My Depression is Supernatural.
Depression is a shapeshifter...
Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...
Like the wind blowing
No one caring...
Do you ever feel so alone
That the void inside is lies heavy as a stone...