They do not tell you how it happens.
Ignoring the signs does not make them disappear.
The sadness has a voice now,
it speaks in moans and incoherent cries.

Just as wild and just as true,

I’m every bit as dark as you.

I would not show it on my face,

But I’ve learned your secret, silent grace.

Your gait is sure as the day is fair

And filled with ling’ring subtle air,

There is a stillness in the air

I can feel it everywhere

Heavy darkness

Airy light

Loud silence

Empty night

It seems as though with every

breath

There is a little bit of death

I wish more things were black.

Watch the depression stack

Bury the emotion in a deep sack

Take all the hate and give it back

The whip of remorse has a thundering crack

I wish more things were black.

Who is this girl I see in the mirror?

This girl’s eyes full of fear, caused by

Demons whispering in her ears.

Scared one day their words won’t be lies.

She holds on, trying not to cry.

Each day wanting to die,

She finally cries.