Silent Art Child

With this much pain in my mind it's hard to smile With the world on my shoulders it's hard for me to spread my wings Spending my time wishing I could go back to when I didn't know Depression was a thing I've always been the silent art child my poetry is the tears I'm unable to cry The pain I try to conceal Writing words that rhyme Is the only way I know how to heal I'm not as emotionless as I make it seem If I'm being truthful, I probably feel it more Fighting with monsters and demons trying to escape the screams Every day we go to war Looking back thinking I should have I didn't have the strength but I would have If I could have Everytime Cupid shot it ended with me in a blood bath I've realised people are Heartless so they won't understand where I'm speaking from I suffer from Self doubt, But I live for proving people wrong We're not all equal we don't all matter Isn't it crazy how some will write you off over a small chapter You have to get over your own mind before you can get past the critics They don't praise me for being 6 years free from self-harm, instead they talk about the fact I did it Point at my scars so I got them covered with tattoos Thank you art, this silent child is thankful he has you