Personality is different
Past is left behind...
I'm not who you're talking to,
because I'm not there...
Cursed to wander,
Blessed to see...
You ruined my life
But I still care about you...
Emptiness, psyche annihilated.
Screams fester, no escape...
Little Annie sits upon a wooden shelf
little black eyes stare out...
Looking at an old picture of me,
Through the broken glass...
"Oh look at them pretty eyes"
Eyes that bear into your soul...
My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...
while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...
What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...
Rain falls down from heavens,
liquid slowly filling up...