Category : Poems

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The blue sky turns black 

Because of the clouds 

That revolve around my depression

 Even when I smile.
And when I lie to others that I'm fine,

 They believe me without 

Seeing my fake smile, 

 Making me even sadder.
 The rain flows from the sun 

That burns over the blanket of thoughts

 That make me a thinker.
Thinking of thousands of things

 That I have not been able 

To change for the better, 

Changing my heartbeat and condition.
 They see me as a man,

 I feel like a bird caught.  

They see me laughing,

 I cry with hot tears.
The blue sky turns black,

The rain flows from the sun,

Thinking thousands of why?

They see me as a man,

 I feel like a bird caught in my own scars.