Other days, I feel like a worthless.
Worrying about the tiniest detail.
I want to cover my face.
That way, you won't see.
I wear my emotions like make-up.
I cover up down to the foundation.
Years without drugs.
Years without an excuse.
When you peel back my skull,
You see that only the pain remains.
How can I let it go?
It has kept me company.
So many years spent beside me.
Depression is a comfortable robe.
I wrap myself in that warm feeling.
I'm settled in.