If you were to check on me, I'd seem fine. A smile with a dash of delight. Hugs and kisses to disguise. If you asked me...I'd lie. Hold you tightly, say the famous words...
"I'm fine"
How would you define my depression?
Is it possible to seek my work?
How would I define my worth?
A beautiful desire had me debating.
For the sake of others mental health....I'd found myself faking.
Grandma I'm still fighting.
Dad make room.
Just in case I were to lose.
I don't believe happiness and I have truly met.
Hello, a pleasure to be here I guess.
This storm has really directed me to a kind of beauty you'd never want to miss.
Darkness has perks, the raw emotional damage behind blindness.
Mama please understand my forgiveness.
Tell me I'm a be alright, at least make sure I don't feel your lies. I'd hate to count my goodbyes. Fill me a drink full of something bitter sweet.