a man on the bus today leaned over and whispered into my ear: 

'your mask is crooked' 

I had to look away, the tears filled in my eyes, and I knew if I opened my eyes they would fall. 

am I that easy to pick off? I took my eye off the ball, and missed the swing. 

people have no clue to the weight of depression that some have to carry. I am broken, and I can't carry this too much longer. 

where are you?

cherin~

sitting from my dark room of life.