How would I best describe myself... Tiny, cramped, cluttered, confused, contrasting, inconvenient and claustrophobic.
A perfect body is not made, its sculpted through pain and bloodshed.
I am not depressed.
I can still smile at the pretty things.
And laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people.
And enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside,
There's something broken,
And I fall into a sadness so sweet
that engulfs me
I look in the mirror.
And don't like what I see
and the tears always fall
When I'm falling asleep
And I miss something
that doesn't exists.
I am not depressed
I've just been sad for awhile
but I can still find the light
I can still smile