They say,
"Oh but you seem happy... could you really have depression"?
Jeeze, my sincere apologies, I did not realize they made trenchcoats the shade of hopeless desperation
I should have shoes that count steps, to project my need to justify why I got out of bed

I must have forgotten to cover myself with war paint, to prove to outsiders my internal battle
But I will buy lots of velcro, so I can wear the words whispered and screamed by my depression late last night
Tell me, did you really believe I could show you by sight
The twisted demon that lives inside

They say,
"Oh but you seem happy... could you really have depression"?
I will not wear my depression on the outside, to comfort your disbelief
For it has already destroyed every cell of me internally, it is a happiness thief
Gribbed every inch of my personality and changed me into its idea of miserable beauty

A twisted beast that ricochets off fragile ribs
Tears through these organs, feasts on my energy in exchange for exhaustion
And yet comforts me "let's just stay in bed today, what could the world offer you that I can't provide right here"

You make me smile like sunshine lives within me,
When for so long the world tried to tell me, I had nothing but darkness to offer

I love you
You make these words weigh more than what society wants them to
You make those three words feel heavy and precious and now when i say them, they are not to fill a silence but a raw declaration

Gazing into your eyes, I feel addicted to these moments
Moments where petty time moves forward without our knowledge
Where words of devotion race through my mind
Words like: I will love you fiercely, use every atom and inch of me, to make sure you're happy

Moments of suspended reality, where the cold world heats up with golden light and I'm lost in your eyes and your skin against mine, makes my heart gain faith about the beauty of life

Where your tender words makes me realize that angels must exist, because how else could you be described?
Unfortunately time will once again make its presence known and I'm addicted to these moments, so please excuse me when I get worried because I want to be with you, not alone

Life laughs, "Oh little girl, were you not prepared for this, this war I will ****** upon you. By the time I am through, death will seem like a sweet and warm friend to run to".

Cancer
You took my mother from me, you *****, I will never forgive you for that
But now you want my brother too... firstly *******, you self entitled malignancy
He does not... or will ever belong to you

You may have taken one person from me but its time to level this twisted game you take so much sadistic pleasure from
It is time to show you where you belong, far from my ******* family