If you could read my mind, you'd be in tears – B.B
My therapeutic place
Depression hangs itself on my wooden door
Anxiety waiting for me to open my eyes and walk through
Clouds wandering above as my thoughts engulf me
Soaked in tears and sadness
A happy face reveals scars and grief carefully concealed in the day
The wounds that never show on the body are deeper than anything that bleeds.
Modern depression; happiness
– R. NESSA
