You're a professional actor.
Why?
You hide the feeling of rotting inside with a mask of smiles and laughs.
You conceal the knives stabbed in you back by covering them with feathers and faking like they're wings.
Bu you'll never be able to fly away.
The chains clasping your ankles keep you from escaping the dungeons of your own mind.
YOU ARE READING
Depression Be Like
RandomI think everyone here has the same thoughts. I wanted to write them down. But words will never describe what we feel every goddamn day.
