The scars on my arms scare me
As does my mindIts like a battle and the lines that show
Tells you who wonI wear a mask so you see no pain
But sometimes it brakesSo many cracks and no way to fix it
The cracks that you now see are samples of my weaknessThe way my smile fades and nobody See's
Makes the tears run down my cheeksAnd the tear stains forever imprinted on my face brings back to many memories
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My Depression
PoetryWell I'm depressed and this is the only way I can get my feelings out