When I'm Depressed | poems |

the view you look from

chubby face with swollen eyes.
fat thigh which are rubbing agaist each other by every step you take.
that is what you see on the outside.
strong body and not skinny like you could collapes.

but inside you weak and could broke in the next two seconds.
you don't even have a personality, and still have to be a person.
why can't just both die and be gone forever.