Depression is a dark sky, but my star’s still shining baby
life is filled with dark corners
Dark corners that twist and turn, as to break a bone without pain,
but what can you do?
As a rose, it’s beauty unmatched..
But the thorns are all you fear.
My sight is clear, but empty faces,
Empty faces that scream threats with sharp eyes and piercing thoughts that cut me ever so gently as to hide the scars from sight.
It’s my ocean, it spreads across all I know,
But the touch is all that matters
It’s the warmth of the sun on a face on a warm summer day,
It’s the smell of the wild flowers blanketing the beautiful mountain scapes hugging the sky, with gentle arms.
The touch, is all we really want.
But some can’t face it.