Thank you for the feebdack .
Head pounding
Chest hurting
Trying to contain
These sinister thoughts
So deeply depressed
I feel like there's needles in my emotions
But only depression is active
Trapped
Contained within these walls
Within this room
Don't even remember the last time I opened these shades
Movements shattered by delayed truths
Why is this happening ?
Why must this pain be so excruciating?
Wishing all this pain would diminish
And when its all over
All that remains is the debris of my crumbled person
Scattered for the vultures of oppression
I digress
I'm depressive and this obsessive delutionalist is causing my heart to go into cardiac arrest
Distressed
I want opt out
I just want to shout
But I cannot breath
My lungs are constricted within the sleeve of hardship
Oh when will this pain and suffering end ??
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
