There are so many voices up in my head, so high,
I just want these demons to fuck off, like right now,
I can't be on this earth no more, so bye,
I just want to be undertaken; I'll bow,
We can't keep these feelings inside, no way,
Let them fuckers out, it's the game,
Hope they all scatter, so fucken astray,
There's no pleasing you, I'm always insane,
What more do you want, you fucken maniac?
So how can I love you, you keep me alone?
You seem so vivid, so vibrant, so not unique,
I walk on eggshells, in circles around,
To keep from breaking, can't shatter a tear,
Your fingers brush so gently, yet they grip so tight,
Around my wrist, my waist, my arm, or my neck,
The way the bruises form on my eye, no, my thigh,
The voices get louder, I can't block out the noise,
The whispers so quiet, the voice a honey-like melody,
The kiss so gentle temple, yet so bruising on the lips of poison,
The world spinning, so fuzzy, it makes fidelity,
These different vibes, so high,
I am feeling deep shit hurting,
Take another, have another, here's another, burning right,
The kiss so deep, so rough, so brutal, yearning,
It's deep inside, hitting just right, oh, sweet mercy, it's down deep,
There's nothing I want more than this feeling, is it bad?
There's nothing left to give no more, I have nothing to bleed,
Why still try, when I get none back, am I mad?
You can't stop this taunting cycle,
No matter how much I beg you to stop, you're still scaring me.
YOU ARE READING
The recovery
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that I am writing during my depression, some are very dark and some are happy memories. I am going to try to publish every day
