Standing by the sea
Waiting to be crushed by the waves
Then came a message
Just written for me
I laughed to myself
Jumped and hopped
till the fishermen scolded me
There's no one here to write me messages
not even me...
I tried, I won't deny
to look in the mirror
and say good things about myself
But I just drop crying to the ground
I can't take it anymore
The voices, the pills, the bleeding
I want freedom
One chance to start-over ( just one please...)
I open the message
Hoping it would be an undelivered love letter
But it contained
The words that bleed from my pen ( they flow like a river)
The tears that fall on my pillow( they water the pain)
The cuts that adorn me ( I look beautiful with them)
Looks like the world is a sad place.
Where I should belong ( maybe even be the master of pain)
but I have other plans-to float among the fish
Goodbye to the sad world!
YOU ARE READING
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...
