Depression;
I get thirsty
Because when you are young and free
The plants will bloom inside of you
Fresh with life
With all the love you need to grow from
But when you are alone and forced to grow up
That growth stunts the flowers inside
They crackle and turn black in your soul
They die from thirst
Thirst
Not for water
Not for alcohol
A desperate thirst for innocence
& how do you water those flowers?
YOU ARE READING
Nightmares of burying Victoria
PoetrySequel to: Dreams of being Victoria. Burning passion and loveless heartbeats are the only proof of magic that I need.
