Poems from a Depressed Girl

Armor

I'm fighting a battle;

A battle I always lose.

I wear armor, but its not on my skin,

Its on my heart.

The armor protects my heart from all of the

Pain,

Loss,

Breakdowns,

And torment.

Every time I take off the armor, I end up getting hurt,

So I keep it up all the time,

Until I'm foolish enough to lower the armor;

Then like always,

My heart gets

Hurt,

Beaten,

And bruised.

Its a cycle;

I keep my armor up until I foolishly lower it and get hurt.

The cycle will continue until either

I keep my armor up permanently,

Or my heart shatters forever,

And I don't know which is worse.