Do you see me? I ask myself

I'm like a fading cloud for you.
I'm fading over the sky, but i'm not looking like the way you wish i would.
I'm just a cloud.
A white little stormy cloud.
A cloud who wants to be seen.
From your eyes.
From your mind.
From you.
Just you.

It’s the kind of sadness where your rib cage
Contorts
And twists and
Snaps.

Depression doesn’t float through my veins
It crawls through my bones, with dagger hands
And winding movements.

I cannot breathe.

And yet there was nothing taken from me.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Then suddenly the storm ended
  
The chaos was over

The sun came out and shed it’s light on all the wreckage

It made the tears running down my cheeks sparkle like diamonds