Sides of Depression
Sometimes
the hardest things to bear
are wounds that one can't see are there
They're hidden underneath the skin
Within the hollow bones that you swear you can hear crack at night
But that's your broken heart
Headache in your brain it tells you you're not all that smart
Sadness
Corrupting your little veins
The branches in your lungs are out of luck
You feel ashamed
These fingerprints are made of paper cuts
A splinter is placed with a nail gun
Walk now with your broken feet
Or crawl around your own defeat
Young love- young death
I still remember the shirt you were wearing. It was the one your mom gave you for your birthday. The one that was checkered and made you look so much older than you actually were.
I remember what I wore too. My dress with the "too many flowers"- as you would say. I also remember how I felt when you told me you were going to war. I felt like my whole chest collapsed on itself and the only air I could breathe was through you, but you were leaving. I didn't cry when you told me. Neither did you. But it rained that day. It rained when you left and it rained when you came back. Well, not you. Your body. They put you in the same checkered shirt. But this time, it made you look much too young.
Secrets
The hardest thing to bare,
Is having secrets that you can not share.
Everyday feeling like a lie,
Putting on a persona as a tough guy.
Hard to break down the lonely walls,
Constantly using people like their little dolls.
Everyday waking up but not actually living,
Feeling like this life is so unforgiving.
Needing someone to help you,
You want to reach out but you don't know how to?
Feeling dark and numb inside,
Great love is what needs to be applied.
Tons of thoughts and left with no words,
So used to being unheard.
The hardest thing to bare,
Is having secrets that you can not share.