I could say that there's beauty in depression
I see a light at the end of that deep, dark
Echoey, cold, isolated tunnel
But that would be a lie
I see nothing
I see nothing but black walls
And hear angry thoughts
That I hope never come true
There's no beauty in depression
It's not pretty when you feel like
You're drowning in your own room
Because of the hours you spent crying
Hoping the pain from your broken heart
Will stop
Self inflicted pain because you're too scared
To ask for help
So you just suffer
In silence
There's nothing beautiful about that
It hurts
Feels like you've been stabbed in the chest
With a silver blade
You take it out and it's only your reflection
What have I done to myself?
And why is it always my fault?
Why do I blame myself for being depressed?
I have control over my thoughts so why
Can't I control them?
From this cold room
I seem to come back to every so often?
If only it was that easy
To find something beautiful
In all of that
But I don't
YOU ARE READING
Morgan's Pov| No.2
PoetryWe are back! The sequel to my poetry series. The work inside this book now has twice the passion and emotion as the first one. Here is another part of my heart. I hope you enjoy and stay a while! 🌷
