Baskadia

At the end

I wrote this to try and show how i felt when i realized that the facade that i put out was nothing more then a lie. The worst kind of lie because it robbed me of my identity leaving me a stranger within my self. Surrounded my the faces of people that claim to love me but the persistent question that never seemed to be answered is how can they when even i dont know me so how could they.

My sarcophagus

Beautiful and bold I'm captivating, I leave you awestruck, but like pandoras box I lock in all sorts of fucked up. Depression and its mission the sarcophagus designed by Lugubrious her mission is to leave us isolated, so we only feel melancholy. DISMAL is are only prospective,, while Distracted and deceived are loved ones for society has forced us to fear what will happen if others only knew just how we feel. So we lie and force a smile an tell others just how fine we are simultaneously we are d