Standing in the rain, so you won't see me cry. Love is painful, I'm prepared not yet to die. Big warm jacket on, so you won't see me shiver from cold. I hide in the shadows, where the night has aged old. No one would ever find me here, unless if I scream.
If this is who I've become, then hide me from myself. I'm wearing these boxing gloves to hide what my nails did on the wall: and to myself...

#Being depressed is a Condition; not a Profession...