Childhood, revisited - Ana Rosales pages 12

Content warning: depression

I want to say I really do feel Unloved And Worthless And like A burden This depression Is a ravenous parasite Sucking out all the light I have left I have lost my sight.

I want to say That my thoughts Are incessantly pushing weight against my shoulders And that is why I shake sometimes I am relentlessly fighting a boxing match That you cannot see But my energy Is now fleeting.

I want to say That Smiling Has become a Magic trick But I’m probably the worst Magician You know Yet I’m a master at Pretending fine.