my seasons unfold
people say that it is easier to get depressed in the winter time.. ive never had valleys of depression like the one i cannot seem to lift myself out of unless it is summer time. harder to hide the tears, fears, pains, and regrets. so to me, depression becomes an art. any attempt to relieve depression has to be executed with the gravest of detail. no one else needs to know about 3 in X 1 in gash on your thigh. no one else needs to know that those white pills you are taking aren't aspirin. no one needs to know that you are weak. because in everyone elses eyes you are strong, bold and beautiful.