This building is the tallest
In this godforsaken city
And with every word you throw at me
Takes me closer to the edge
So how about we test this
And see if I can fly
How much am I not showing
Even when I try not to
I wear this silly mask
I don't want you to realize
That your darling little girl
Is slowly, slowly dying
A horrible way to go
Being cut to pieces
By the thoughts I call my own
Not a smile to be seen
When I'm all alone
(ja.rs)
YOU ARE READING
Alone
PoetryPoetry is one way I cope with depression. I just want to warn you they can get pretty dark. I hope you enjoy. Book One of Depression Poetry Series
