Depression

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A shadow constantly creeps behind me,

A cloud always lingering

I feel as if I were possessed,

I am not in control and darkness always seems to lurk within my eyes,

I am drained and emotionally tired, torn,

"You're perfect. You're beautiful."

Suffering is just so easy,

I wish I wasn't blind,

I wish I could believe those words,

I can't.

I am a porcelain doll,

Emotionless and lifeless,

Pale and fragile,

I have lost my mind and your words are very thoughtful but they won't help.

They just won't.

You can tear me apart to find the missing screw,

But it's useless because the piece was never there to begin with.

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