"homemade poem"

A little while ago I struggled with depression and angst(most cause I struggled with sleeping), so i started writing poems. Not many of my friends know this(the depression. I don't know why, but I just haven't told them. But anyway, here's the poem, hope you'll like it!

A tear
The screaming truth runs into her heart
Salty, sleek and wet
Like the Niagara-falls, the tear come, running
Fast, but then again, so freaking slow




When I'm writing my poems, I can express myself in a way that I can't when I'm talking. So it's good to "blow off some steam". I also draw:



Have a nice day!