I once heard that the brain can be like a bad neighborhood when you're depressed
How do I tell you that mine isn't a bad neighborhood but yet an
abandoned one
Dark
Silent
A constant fog overcast
Almost haunted
My brain is left in the wallows

You’ll never truly understand what goes on in my mind
The spiraling that goes on inside
Empty and full all at the same time
When I close my eyes
All I hear are cries
Try to tell you but always stop
Climbing this mountain afraid to find what’s at the top

You’ll never understand what goes on in my brain
The voices that make me go insane
Every day  becoming the same
Can’t remember my name
The cycle continues
Never ending

You’ll understand what goes on behind the mask
The fake smile stuck there like a tack
The voices violent songs
Always on the attack
I try to stay strong
Only to prolong
The day where I will see all my wrongs


You’ll never understand what happens behind my words
To read between the lines
To find that “I’m fine”
Was always a lie
That “I’m okay”
Was just to keep you away

You’ll never understand why I do this
Letting myself get consumed by the abyss
But I have realized there is no way
To keep you at bay forever

Don't see,
it will make your tear drop soo liquid,
that;
one day it will start melting inside your brain.
Then after, you will get caught by the
ice-land
in your eyes which is soo warm;
but now
there are no more tears
its all gone.
👀