another one.

throwback picture to when i was still in hs. (sophmore year to be exact lol)

feeling like i need to get back to my old self. but here's what i wrote.

depression is an issue i never faced
like the monsters under my bed
pretending that everything is okay
sleeping with the lights on
sitting in the corner in the dark
the lights underneath the door
made it hard for me to drift to sleep
stuck in the room, my fears got the best
of me, bottled up my emotions
i wouldn't let you see
the corner of the room got smaller and darker by the
second. facing my fears was like admitting
that i had a problem. and in my eyes i'm never wrong
never had a problem, let a lone i found the answer
to it, in the bottom of the bottle.
happy off that hypo, drunk of the cisco.
you couldn't tell me i was drunk i never knew that
i could feel the funk, running in my veins like lance armstrong
running a marathon. i could never face my self in the mirror
my image was always shattered like a broken mirror giving one
bad luck for the next 7 years to come.