beauty is the beast
upon our souls and hearts it feasts
it makes us blind to itself
behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth

i want to scream untill no sound comes out
untill my lungs emplode on themselves
untill the very air im breathing
becomes

the boy asked the girl what she had learned from the darkness
she replied i have learned love is quite heartless
and that it is right not trust..
any word spoken and hushed

I
am
a
blank

cower, hide, and disappear
my life is one of constant fear

a paper heart is all that remains

oh depression how i love thee,
how i feed u all my sarrows,
oh depression ur just so inviting with ur call for no tomarrows.
oh depression ur black vail of thorns are my favorite clothes