I have wings that fly over my head
They're black and murky
They drip with tears onto my face
They weigh me down
Their feathers trail misty black
They tell a great story of scars
They seem so dark yet they contain-
The bright color of red.
Depression, hello my friend
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
