Dark, Mysterious, I don't have words for a person like me.
Pain, anxiety. That can't describe my life.
Hurt, sorrow. That can't describe my soul.
Depression, trauma. Those pitiful things, are just words.
Try as you might, you can't figure me out. One day, I'll be cheerful, the other I might be picking myself up piece, by piece.
Words- They can't describe me.
- JoinedMarch 3, 2018