I'm numb from the wounds.
All these years I was lost in the black mist of my world, in pain.
My veins are filled with blood that is as cold as ice.
I keep telling myself I will stop feeling
But here I am, falling again
When I seek guidance
Just get over it, they say
I wish I could find a way
In this world, I don't want to stay
Those who were close to me turned out to be fake.
I got nothing but hate
Now we don't eat on the same plate
I always pray to God to change my faith
To live in peace and to make this pain go away
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.