I won't let them see my wrists for they are filled with cuts
I won't let them read my mind for it is filled with nasty thoughts
I won't let them see the side of me that I upset and lonely because I will be called weak
I won't let them see me because that part of me isn't fun
I won't let them inside of my castle
For if I do
I am unprotected
And they can really see
How unhappy I can get sometimes
How dark my thoughts are
I won't let them see it
Because they will follow me
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*