I feel my feet slipping.
Losing the foundation.
The ground falling out beneath me.
Plummeting me back into darkness.
Darkness and depression.
Fake smiles and scars.
Winding myself up to stop moving.
A broken doll that imitates emotion.
Slipping into depression.
Falling into sadness.
Grabbing a mask on my way down.
Forcing it on to be "normal"
My lost ground.
My fake smile and scars.
A painted face for others.
Nothing more than a doll.
The darkness of the mind.
Your own worst enemy
All the knowledge.
Only more ways to put yourself down.
Just depression.
Forced in darkness.
And a broken doll.
All alone as depressions toy.
