Hey guys, so if you're still reading this, this is another one of my inspirations. The "She" that is being discussed is me, or rather, the half of me that is enveloped in depression. So really, it's about being "DISCOVERED". Comment, vote, and fan!
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I feel like a stranger,
walking in a stranger's house,
looking out windows
and yearning to belong.
speak out again,
leave this house of sin,
open my heart to love again
and keep every pain within.
bleeding out emotions;
red, but deep like the ocean...
mostly kept inside,
for fear that they might fly.
afflicting thoughts endure,
making me ultimately demure,
and thus a masochistic wonder
sprouts forth like a drunken blunder.
no story being told,
somehow growing old
and loneliness takes hold again,
grasping my heart forever more.
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Will everything be okay, when depression took her life away? How will we deal when she's no longer awake? The violent mind of a young teen, blown up by melancholy, which leads to death...awakening our very mind, causing an explosion of truths exposed.
Formerly known as suicide, now known as safety...what ludicrous lies, only maintained by cutting. Wishing to leap free caused her to bleed...caused her to think things no human should think. Developing a sense of permanent dread, making her think things in her sensitive head, causing a fiery blank to be shot.
When a rose would wither, she would wither, when a petal would fall, she would as well...oh, how she loved roses. Her inner desires at elegance and poetic romance made her want the things others would detest. Starving herself a view of a crow would make her cry, walking in a cemetery made her leap with joy.
All that was silently destroyed when she was engulfed by depression, and took her very soul from within her body.
So really, if she let depression take her life, let it take her breath and keep her from waking, then what would it take from me?
YOU ARE READING
Troubled
PoetryI am writing this on account of a random inspiration and the spark from my many fires. I hope you all enjoy it, or at least read and comment with kindness and empathy.
