Red lips, blue veins, a smile like a hand grenade
Knock knees, great hair, sweater over your arms no matter the weather
I know your a little ghost in skin that doesn't fit
I know your not fine even the smallest bit
I know this whole time you've been faking it
I know that behind those eyes something in you has truly died
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoetryDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!