The comfort of depression...

Battered emotions will take the mind for a ride... Confusing the inner details that make self resist reality's reason of why... When a luv truly felt refuses to feel in return it'll ache in the heart... Triggering the rawest passion to bury itself deep in the chest that's been chard... As time has the only key to unlock the chamber to where true worth resides... N even with the door swung wide open it'll still choose to hide... Leaving desires to wander about carelessly in the wind... As if luv cannot rationalize what a friend truly is... Damaged thoughts destroy the mental aspect to believe in others... Building a wail so figurative due to the interest in self sought out by luv'rs... For self has misplaced the ability too reconnect with what goes on in the outside... Claiming the singke life is so much better when sitting alone in the middle of life... As depression is fought in the silence behind the smile that creates joy for others to feel... Transforming is the clown from within the pain that is all too real... Having control of every function other than late at night... When the day fades n the no one can see self shine... The twist reflects on the hurt that feeds brain... Keeping self awake is the desperation of trying to forget that one fuckin name... A face that haunts the memory due to no one else is allowed in... N this is how the betrayal is able to live... Sucking on everything good that comes along... Wishing the one thing that haars everything could actually talk... As walls have no ears n cannot absorb the voices vibes... When all is said n done n the tongue cannot lie... Hope has been lost in a solitude made for one... The one true place that becomes the fears home...