she is all things beauty, head to toe,
yet she contains a mind full of sadness.
she doesn't reply or externally give a ****.
nor does she acknowledge me prying of the chains
chains of desolation she protects as if ill scar her
clinging on to the darkness
with the firmest hold
as a caution of not being slaughtered again on a continuous loop of unfortunate events
what she doesn't realize
is herself, idolizing, the depression veil covering her.
the demons that keep her mouth shut yet
continue to scream loudly in her brain.
lost and afraid in her own mind aka her death cave
her back starts to concave due to the weariness
of the rocks piling up in her, **** her not so softly
your eyes tell everything, all the pain
just give me a single moment
our hands intertwined
an antidepressant
~a.h.