Real depression strikes again
You can tell by the scars on my skin.
I didn't want to become the person I am intentionally.
But..
I still lay in bed knowing It's time to get up.
The same lifeless expression stays glued to my face as I stare out into..nothing.
The same pillow that has collected thousands of my tears from all the sadness..that I still lay on.
And yet the same girl just with a new perspective.