Mortals

14 1 0
                                    

----------
The weight of the world is dragging me in,
This battle I can barely win.
They confuse my scars with little bruises,
My suffering as petty excuses,
The cold hugs of the night,
Do they know I'm sleeplessly in fright?
I become weak too,
If only there was just someone who knew..
-a.a
------------

A Depressed PoetWhere stories live. Discover now