You are gawking at yourself in the mirror.
Your feet slowly glide across the carpet,
Like you are a ballerina doing a twirl.
You were crying,
For hours.
Putting on a fake smile,
Seems (to be) easy enough.
Then, you notice (that) your tears stop approaching,
And (yet), the feeling of emptiness stays.
You may not be sobbing,
But the amount of pain that you feel remains the same.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryDepressed and positive poems. Trigger warning though, some of them are about teenage depression and suicide.
