Do you have what I call the 5 senses of depression?
What are these senses? Well, let me ask you this...
Can you see them? Can you see all of your scars?
Not just the ones sketched onto your skin...
I mean the ones carved into your heart, hidden in the dark?
Can you hear it? The roaring fire in you that never sleeps?
Does no one hear the screaming? It needs to be put out!
Are you in so much pain... you can't breathe, can't shout!!
Do you feel this kinda pain all the time? Never ends?
I mean the kinda pain that never leaves, always there?
The kinda pain you can't explain, no matter how you try?
Can you smell it? Can you smell blood on the breeze?
So thick and heavy, you can't breathe? It makes you sick?
It doesn't ever go away.. it just faintly lingers all around?
Can you taste it? The salty water.. like vaporized tears?
It stays there, on your tongue.. long after the tears dry up.
It's so soft and so faint, you didn't notice it there?
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The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
