Depression is like a parasite slowly eating away...
(I know its not really a poem but I hope this...
No one sees the real me,
They only see who I show...
"Sweetie, brace yourself"
I tell the mirror...
I absolutely hate the the silence
Screaming in my ears...
You don't know. You weren't there.
You walked out, not just on...
Here I am again
turned to cutting myself...
If you bleed
then I'll bleed...
There sat a boy
all alone in his dark room...
Who am I any more
I don't know who I am...
Roses by the graveside
Tears upon a pillow...
When I was a little girl, to my mother I would say
"Mommy, mommy, mommy, make the monsters go...
She makes it through the day
With fake smiles all the time...