"Her eyes ran out if tears to shed...so she forced her skin to cry instead"
" 'Everything is okay' is what they say...but its only okay for them...because it isn't happening to them"
"Dont laugh at me. Nor call me names. Dont put your pressure on my pain"
"She paints a good picture...but here is the twist...the paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist"
YOU ARE READING
depression DISCONTINUED
Poetryjust a set of poems I scribbled down when I could...not much of a writer DISCONTINUED
