Poetry flows through me like the blood surging through my veins
Even the pain in my heart I can transform it into a piece of art
Even though people think depression is a beautiful thing
It isn't
You're locked up in a cell but your mind is the only thing left but its broken in two cannot be repair even if you pray to God for a miracle cure
The pills doesn't help
Puts you in a trance making you think everything's well and okay
Its a illusion of your mind
Covering up all the hurt that's inside
"Smile Dear people expect you to be cured, turn that frown make them smile"
Behind locked doors you want to open they keys hangs near you but too far to grab
Teasing you with a little piece of light
Taking it away again after a while
Only solution is to scratch at the door hoping for more but nothing
Just the dark abyss waiting for your empty dusty soul
No more hurt no more scars
You're in heaven so give the angels your hidden smile.