If you look in my eyes and you really look you will see:
all the pain,
all the tears held back.
If you try to ask me if I'm okay and you really try to see me for me you will see:
the scars,
the bruises,
all the hurt hidden.
I'm never really okay.... you just choose to believe the cover up of the real me.
The real me is dark.
It's hurt.
sad.
bruised.
and scared....
The real me is crying, but you don't even know.....
YOU ARE READING
The Poems of Depression
PoesiaMy whole life has been a big ball of bullshit and depression, I've done stupid stuff to try to push through and then I met a man named Seth and he changed my life for the better. He taught me that drawing and writing is better than cutting and doing...
