Perfect

I have struggled with depression for years, and still do. Wrote this a few months back.

with blonde waves and eyes of water

with the smile of love and grace

with the poise of one forgotten

with a strict and harsh embrace

with deep hate

with shards

with crimson

with remembrance

without reason

with a blade

a knife

a stick

with the sharp side dragged down quick

as the tears stream down in patterns

as her lipstick runs staight down

as she learns to fake what matters

as she hides her wrinkled frown

as a sister

as daughter

as a friend

she screams just louder

but for only her to hear

in her head without the fear