Lover, Not Lord

Poor, poor me with a frown across my face suffering from depression but I’ll still give you a chase I am not weak for having issues I am weak if I give into your sweet chocolates and tissues Smile for the camera babe you say and take the picture I didn’t want to take but the flash is gone now, I can feel the void and you wonder why I, look so mad on your petty polaroid I keep trying to explain the workings of my brain but you push me away and continue to shame me, for things not in my control I didn’t give up these reins voluntarily, they were taken from me, you stole when you decided to be my saviour all the other independence that I had yet you can’t comprehend the difference between being depressed and being sad Love poems and bouquets will not fix the pain I’ve suffered for years in a few days to love a girl who is mentally unstable is to be in it for the long run before she unplugs her cable