Picasso's Undiscovered Depression Grey Period
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Walking in a complete mental and physical haze
Slithering away from logic and reason with each passing day
Feet weighing more than the red brick attached to each one
Only need a little mortar before being placed in the wall
And sealed away where they could do less damage to the masses
Or the barely tread upon the cream carpet in the living room
Two useless appendages with no energy to spare
Body appearing calm and collected on outside
Internal circuit board is Lindsay Lohan after a marathon party
In Ibiza with the rest of the Hollywood glitterati
Real life pictured in black and white with the sound completely off
Technicolor not allowed for this motion picture juncture
The only dialogue is of the internal kind
Making sure that your closest friends and loved ones
Really say what they feel about you
Everything of course is filtered through a depression strainer
Only words are uttered are the ones translated
Through your faulty insecurity printer
With more than one screw loose underneath the pretty cover
Where everything comes in cloudy with a mix of hot tears
Nothing seems to be going according to plan
The need for some TLC translates to just Netflix and cuddling
Not always a bad thing to contend with
Just feeling like an anchor wrapped around the neck
Of everyone that truly matters
Picturing the ligature marks setting in rather quickly
Trying to put on a façade of sarcasm and strength
Failing miserably at being everyone else's emotional support beam
Developing a diet of sitcom reruns to cure this period of cerulean mourning
Only a temporary fix to a problem that not even Pablo could paint around
Working on a permanent solution to this issue
In meantime, Fran Fine and Will Truman will do the trick.