at the tick of dawn
it begins again
like a stain on my favourite shirt
that cannot be removed , faded yet noticeable
I see it
I try to ignore it
I don’t get rid of it because I love it so
same with depression
It’s here
every damn minute
when I laugh or even more if I can find the tears to cry
when I lay under my sheets satisfying myself
because all the men I bought home wasn’t enough
Not even when I claim to be healed
But I don’t wish to depart of it
it has made me into a shield to things that can hurt me
thick and calloused but strong too
Nody Femme
