I've met a girl... and when I look into her eyes
I'm reminded of myself
Happiness in a sublime disguise
And I can see that with her bones
She's made herself a cage
Her body is now a prison
Where her mind is free to rampage
And her skin is just a curse
That she is infatuated to tear to shreds
So that maybe she can escape
The anguishing hell that rests inside her head
Everyday when she wakes
It's another torturous routine
Where she acts as though she's fine
But inside is a pleading scream
Yes she reminds me so much of myself
and when I was very blue
But I promise things get better
All this rot will shed and you'll become brand new
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♡♡♡
