Staring at the ceiling
A tear-stained face
Cutting yourself
Cleaning the blood trace
Scars and marks are your jewellery
The cut marks adorning your wrists your bangles
Streaked makeup, bitten nails
Your head is in a muddle, your thoughts are tangled
Not a positive thought in your head
Not a ray of sunshine you can see
You get caught in the web of depression
No escape from it you can see
~Sam
