Depression is a killer
On the outside, I look happy, content, and pretty.
I act nice,caring,polite and sweet. But inside I feel empty.
I’m lost and confused.
I don’t even want anyone to know that yet I want to express myself.
It’s like having a match in a dark room that has been filled with gasoline.
You want to see to get out but you don’t want things to explode.
I wish I could just drop out from this planet and float in space.
But avoiding the issue won’t solve the problem.
The grounds I stand upon are shaky and fragile.
I think I might just fall through the cracks and break into millions of pieces.It’s not like this will be the first time this has happened to me.
I just want to start all over. A fresh new start but that won’t help because I can’t run from myself forever.
I'm so hopeless yet so full of life.