Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Some Days...

Some days I feel like a normal person.
Other days, I feel like a worthless.  
Depressed, stressed. 
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.