If you were to peer inside
What my skin appears to hide
You'd see I'm not so easy to define
If you knew the song of the creak inside my spine
When the weight of all the stars that lay inside my brain
Are at its heaviest and my body starts to strain
Or if you roamed inside the wood growing in my heart
And found the scars carved deep within the tree bark
Where his name is carved on every single tree
Then you wouldn't be so quick to judge me
Or if you felt the wind whip inside my eyes
The very moment right before I cry
You'd never say that I was weak
You'd finally see the beauty.. hear the words this throat has been so scared to speak
I would invite you to pick the flowers that grow from my toes to my head
But theyre no longer filled with color they are very all dead
But unless you crawled inside and climbed upon my bones
You'd never understand, who I am, until you lived inside this home
So please don't act like you know me, for you have no clue
what lays below my smile and skin.. that my dear is true
YOU ARE READING
Depression At Its Best
PoetryThis is a book of poetry... honestly I can't really give a description for the fact that I write poetry based on what I'm going thru. Hopefully you like them and hopefully you can relate. Please please vote and comment♡♡♡
