I miss you.
I miss you so much.
It hurts,
Like glass shards where my heart should be,
Like drinking from Phlegethon,
Like drowning in Cocytus.
I am drowning in Cocytus.
Like meeting Hecate at a crossroad.
I'm falling to Tartarus,
Waiting to hit the glass-covered ground,
Constantly breathing the acid filled air,
It kills me.
I want to die.
The whispers of the helpless souls from Hades constantly whispering to me all the truth,
Life wasn't worth living.
So I'll wait here,
Falling to the bottom,
Into Cocytus,
Crawling through the black glass that replaces the ground,
Drinking from Phlegethon so that the tournament will forever live on,
This is how much it hurts,
Like trudging through Tartarus alone.
Nothing compares to the pain that filled my heart and mind when you left.
I need you back...
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Where Depression Thrives
PoetryA collection of letters to myself that came from the lonliest nights. With a tear stained face and blood stained wrist, the poems remind me my past was real. I overcame something that seemed completely impossible at the time. And here they are. My...
