"I'm fine," her lips speak as her mind screams for help.
"I'm just tired," he speaks while he walks under a cloud of depression.
"I already ate," I say as I starve myself.
"Go away" she mutters as she wishes someone would care enough to stay.
"I'm just cold," I shrug as I just don't want him to see my scars.
"I'm better, I promise" He smiles through the lie.
"I'm okay" I say, when I just want to die.
((Drawing by me))
YOU ARE READING
Dear Depression
PoetryOriginal poems about Mental Illness by me. I can take requests if you want a certain illness or scenario to be written about.
