She plays with razors and traces her scars,
She counts her flaws like she counts stars,
You would think you knew her,
But you don't know that everyday her thoughts get darker,
Her heart is slowly sinking,
Her mind is so tired of thinking,
She wants to be anywhere but this world,
Because to everyone she's just another sad girl,
She was never understood,
They never ask, they just assume that she wasn't in the mood,
No one catches her tears at night,
Nobody holds her and says everything's alright,
She was alone like the moon,
She said ones day it'll be over soon.
YOU ARE READING
Depression.
PoesíaSome quotes are long, and this book is about mental illness I guess, mainly focused on depression. Is completely finished.
