To turn back the hands of time
To undo the things, I have done
To say the things, I thought
To get back all the time I have wasted
If it would put you in my arms again
I would risk it,
Risk the loss, risk the chance and relieve any pain
To go back to the day,
To just have the chance,
To say one-tenth of what was in my mind at that time
I'm a slave to my emotions
It's hard to express them
While I sleep alone at night
Your image always comes through my mind
I cuss myself for being silent
I want to speak up my mind
Get these trapped feelings out
I thought I had nothing but time
No, that was a lie
I told myself to keep it bottled up
But these emotions will make me numb
Lies are my sins,
My silence will continue to punish me
And my fear to express these trapped thoughts will drain me
My pen is my release
It's like an orgasm to my mind
It keeps my tears back and out of view
At times I'm not sure what to do
To whom to open up and talk to
Till I decided to write down all my thoughts in this book
And show the wandering eyes what kind of pain I took
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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.