I always wear my mask
so others won't ask.
But when it's dark,
and the night finally comes,
I take the mask off , and all
of my true colors show. The colors become alive and burst throughout
the night sky. Depression suffocates
my soul and transforms it into
black. My wrists become as red
as a rose. Blue becomes the color
of my tears that fall from my big
brown eyes. My heart becomes non existent. All I feel is sadness and numbness. My demons become my friends and suicide becomes the answer. The 2 A.M. thoughts
drown me until the sun rises.
7 A.M. comes, and I put my mask
back on and act like nothing
happened.
