My depression and I are like lovers in an abusive relationship.
We seem great, perfect even
But you can sense something is wrong.
We seem so perfect on the outside,
But no one knows what's happening behind closed doors.
There are days where I can't wear nothing but long sleeves to hide the damage that he has caused.
Days where the verbal abuse is so intense that I can't look myself in the mirror.
Days where it's just to painful to get out of bed.
And when he's satisfied with is work and sees a job well done, he tell me no one will love a broken doll like me other than him.
That he's always going to be there to remind me of that.
And when all is done he whispers sweet nothings into my ears.
While I have to continuously hide the marks he has caused.
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A Fallen Angel (poetry and quotes)
PoetryI've been battling depression for a long while now and this is the only way for me to express how I've been feeling. This is just mostly an outlet for me But if you're interested and decide to have a read and some of my poems comfort you or you fe...
