The thoughts that terrorize my brain don't make me cry
For I am always sad, depressed and trying to get by
They only add other emotions to my brain
Like anger, fear, disgust, and pain
I see my depression as a puddle of paint with blue hue
And the thoughts are adding color where color is due
No matter what I add and no matter what thoughts are made
Nothing changes the blue from that pale ugly shade
YOU ARE READING
To Whom It May Concern
PoetryThis is kinda like a diary, but less sparkly cover and glitter pen, and more sad and dark thoughts I want to share. Read if you want.
