Sides of Depression

Sometimes

the hardest things to bear

are wounds that one can't see are there

They're hidden underneath the skin

Within the hollow bones that you swear you can hear crack at night

But that's your broken heart

Headache in your brain it tells you you're not all that smart

Sadness

Corrupting your little veins

The branches in your lungs are out of luck

You feel ashamed

These fingerprints are made of paper cuts

A splinter is placed with a nail gun

Walk now with your broken feet

Or crawl around your own defeat