Emotional

Emotional highs,
Emotional lows,
all in the arms,
of depression.

Smiles that portray a life,
I don't lead.
Laughter telling stories,
I've never lived.

Creating a mask,
that hides who I am.
Forming someone,
that I don't even know.

Who is this girl,
that lives in my place.
Who is this woman,
that takes over me?

Depression comforts me,
like no friend ever could,
Tears hold me,
like no lover ever would,

Happy memories are evasive,
just like parents who are never there.
Scars are beloved,
for the joy that would never come.

Emotionally unstable,
unable to control.
Emotionally dying,
trying to find a foothold.

But do I want to leave,
the arms of depression?
Do I want to break,
the grasp of tears?