they see my skin
and notice the red cracks,
but they don't know
that i've been through hell
and back.

we were just small children so we didn’t quite understand what father meant when he said

“mother is sad”

we continued our games and make believe stories and waited for mother to be happy

and when we were young, sad just meant someone stepped on your picture

or they ruined your sand castle


and in 2 seconds it was over

the deeper I fall into my depression I find my mother
I find her ghouls and her ghosts
her corpses

I find her dark eyes in my dark eyes every time I look in the mirror
and I find her hatred for everything, including me

I find new ways to torture myself
my mother

“you have your mothers eyes”


we also have the same disease

the only difference is, her demons won
mine don’t stand a chance

He is the most hardest to talk to
He loves to eat all of his food
He only has friends that are cool
He loves playing basketball
He hate the idea of Fall
He exercise a lot
Never seen him fought
He is always quiet when he has nothing to say
One time, I thought he was gay
He gets depressed when there is no one to play
He is the reason why I smile all day
He is a tough cookie
Well, at least he's not a rookie
it's hard for him to just let anyone in
He is better off with just one friend