Every day, I wake up and put a smile on my face trying to be happy

I say to myself this is going to be a good day but of course that is when the demon called depression comes around and causes me pain and it knows it is hurting me.

Because it can see the pain in my eyes which happens to be the window's to my soul and my soul speaks my unspoken words it does this because my heart is too bruised to even try. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale