I am from darkness under my bed
Where nobody can see my empty smile
Where happiness remains elusive
And my hope continues to fade.
I am from crying silent tears
That speak my true emotions
Where nobody understands my silence,
Nobody understands my pain.
I am from old photo albums
Where memories of my grandmother colour my world,
Where bitter childhood moments chase away all my happiness,
Filling my mind with a shade of grey.
I am from teddy bears
Listening to me cry
They don't make everything alright
I only find comfort in them.
I am from depressing novels
Making me feel less lonely
As an escape from the real world
Calming my sadness.
