What is this feeling in my
heart?
It's controling and it's taking over. It doesn't go
away, that's the problem. Right when you think you're
content with life, in some way,some how it controls you. It
sinks into your skin,crawling
threw your blood. It ruins threw your body and your emergy
gets lower every inch it takes. When It finally reaches your
mind, theres doubt. I think
of everything I've ever done wrong. I think of my blemishes
and that beautiful girl on Facebook. It makes a little home in
the corner, knowing one day you'll look back
at it. One day you'll be sitting
there crying and it'll take surface. It's hard to control
and hard to get over.
This is what I call,
depression.
