Before
My eyes show my desperation
My stammering voice, my greatest weakness
My words are like lethal weapons
Yet I am unable to weave them
I screech with agony
As words continuously fail me
I wish to rid myself of this misery
Yet once again these words continuously fail me...
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After
I wrote this poem on 8/8/2019, two years ago.
That day of my life everything changed. All my hopes and dreams came crashing down. My trust broke. Nobody was there to help me. Everyone in my life started pointing fingers at me. I knew there was nothing left to expect from my life.
All these years the image of a good student, of a good daughter, of a good friend; everything shattered. No glue could join all the pieces back. My grades started dropping, my friends and family treated me like a ________. ( you-know-what)
But; a miracle happened. I started finding solace in words. They never failed me. They could keep all my secrets, tolerate me, make fun of me, cuddle with me and most importantly be very patient with me. They never complained, never called me things. Whenever something happened I used to write it down in the form of poetry. Those small lines explained so much about me and my life. They encouraged me to write more and leave everything behind me and to start over.
I started building back my castle slowly. I started healing. Everything started to come back together. I am much stronger than I used to be. Words have given me a new hope; to start my life once again; to become a better person; to shape it like the way I thought to be; to become a happier me.
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poetry| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
