i don't like talking
about my depression.
i feel it bubbling in my throat
when my mom asks me
"how can i help?"
i've told her many times
through my screams
and tired eyes
i feel it rise like a volcano
in my stomach into my head
pouring out of my fingertips
and recently faded scars
molten lava emotions
drip off of my tounge
trying to communicate
the horrific thoughts i hold
however before i can tell her
everything on my mind
it cools and hardens.
