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Zach Kelso Apr 2016
My mask may slip but it stays fast,
The straps are worn and weak.
***** the skin, tighten it up,
Fear of showing the freak.

I use lies with smiles as needle and thread,
Emotions kept at bay.
I rue the time my face is exposed,
But that is not today.

Embrace the suffocation.
Breath easier.
You are safe...for now.
Zach Kelso Apr 2016
There is no phase of depression.
This disease cares not for your label.
An ever-turning knife in your chest,
A whispered name repeated.

The world drips of poison sorrow,
Those with eyes and hearts open
Allow it passage into our veins.

The heart rots and is reborn,
Like a Phoenix's endless cycle.
No end in sight, unless...
The hand stops trembling.
The mouth tastes metal.

Courage to live, or courage to die.
The battle inside tears me in half.

Save me from this prison.

— The End —