Everyone hides and runs from it
But in reality
You can never escape it
It will catch you
Sooner or later
If not now
When?
Your dead?
Barely alive
But still fighting
For something you
But that something is slipping away
How do you save it from leaving
Everything leaves
People die
Without saying how they really feel
How can you judge
Before you know
What there mind is like
Minds kill
Just like words
So when im gone
Dont cry or say im a 'friend'
You never cared
Until i pulled it
What was left of my brain
On the wall
Tear stained cheeks
Scars that heal but never leave
Hate still rising
Forever and ever
YOU ARE READING
depression :(
Poetryimma be leeting shit out and imma publish it as a mystery writer and hide who i am but dont say its fir attention bc it obv isnt if im not giving away my name its just to let stuff out and let people know there not alone
