"You really want to know how depression feels? 'Cause you can't understand it, you can fucking try but you can only be one damaged person at the time and that is yourself." I say bitterly to him while sitting down next to him.
"I will try if you are willing to explain it to me. I will listen carefully even though I can only be one damaged man and I will quietly hold your hand or stand beside you, while you are fighting this chronic battle with yourself. Just help me understand." he says desperately searching my eyes for answers, sincerity dripling through his words. "Please."
I take a deep breath and collect my thoughts, weighing out what I am about to say next.
"It's like being fucking blind but terrified of the dark at the same goddamn time." I lament, trying hard to avoid his stare. "And I keep on falling in this inevitable labyrinth of abyssal darkness that my own fucking body created." I finish off, finally tilting my head to the left, locking eyes with him, giving away the truths that I have been trying so dreadfully to hide away.
This is the best way I can describe the world that creeps behind my eyes. I hope you have enjoyed reading, and I hope to read your feedback.
Amalia G.
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Midnight Thoughts (Poetry)
Puisi" Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn't " Poems reflect our souls & personally I find that terrifyingly incredible. #34 in poem 30.05.2018 #123 in poetry 04.06.2018 #40 in thoughts 29.05.2018
