Depression

Depression _________________ Since, I turned into a grown-up. I've Been Securing My Scars B/W These Papers My Mind Has Become The Reservoir Of Broken Thoughts I'm just a sad person with beautiful pictures. I Wish I Could Cry Under The Rain So No One Notices My Tears I Am A Warrior Of War In My Head A Survival of Many Suicidal Fights This Is How the World Has Turned Me Into the Nightmare of My Own Dreams Something That I Never Believed I Could Be Even my body no longer wants my soul within. My Smile Is Just A Symbol Of Pain I've Lost Something That Can't Be Regained This Is What Happens When You Chop Breakfast In The Morning From A Chef That Sells Relationship Poison My thoughts had drowned in the pool of alcohol. So My Mind Had Inflated My Liver I'm invisible, even in a broken mirror. On This Vehicle Of Life, I No Longer Want To Be A Passenger. Chris the poet©® Depression kills.