Opening the Cupboard Don’t look Inside Hide all the Dark Things Mask all the Sad Things Clean up the Covwebs Closing the Cupboard

I opened the cupboard Guess what was inside Thats right, my depression It always sits in there Almost like a teacup waiting to be picked It never moves, just sits Its black like a shadow, But isn't a shadow The only thing that can move it is light And I don't have any light, Just darkness inside My depression festers in the dark cupboard Almost like the movie, The Indian in the Cupboard

Opening the cupboard What do I see Looking for rhubarb But finding spice and tea Behind the cinnamon and honey Looking for the sugar Finding hidden money And an unopened bottle of vinegar Tessa🦋

i take to the stairs, and walk to the shelves. opening the cupboard, i grab cups for the elves. though i don't judge, i do wonder why. for they live in mugs, and mornings they rise. they dine in the yard and bathe there, too. perhaps they are a bard, playing what they do. they jam to the strays and waltz with the ants. i see them many days, scared of joining their dance. though it seems odd, how they boogie down. i watch in the sod, surrounded in their porcelain town. they won't be disturbed, never moved by me. their teacups are fragile, the ballads are soothing.

Freshmen will have cans of soup that will live to see them become doctors

Opening the cupboard To my psyche Being too scared I only take a peak For I already know what awaits Darkness Despair All cloud the bits and pieces of happiness that reside there Imagery of memories zooming by In a flash Flashes so scary they tempt me to make a dash Faced with the issues at hand I finally realize there’s no running away No running from the truth The truth Which makes nobody wanna stay

Mouth full of mothballs, And memories long repressed. Open your third eye, It is time to remember, And never forget again.

You’ll never know what’s in it Until you open the cupboard Others may tell you But are they telling the truth? Until you open the cupboard You can never know for sure

Upon Opening the cupboard You’ll find on the shelf A jar of eyeballs, do please help yourself There will also be some blood in a jar Help yourself , it’s so good it’s bizarre Head to the bottom shelf and you will see A small box with a lock and a key Open the box and you will find A heart so rare it’s one of a kind Welcome back my love to the world of the living Where zombies like us get to feast like thanksgiving

It’s been three days. My head’s in a haze. I miss your face. Nobody to hold. You left me alone. You’ll never grow old. I wish I was you. But it’ll never be true. I’ll always be blue. I need to eat. Put shoes on my feet. Get back to the beat. I wish I felt heard. One thing I’ve learned, just open the cupboard.