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Poetry

A collection of poems focusing on the topic of depression. TW: Includes topic of depression and self-harm, includes profanity.

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by Reading41020

by Reading41020

I look into the mirror.

I look into my eyes.

The me that I've always seen is no longer there,

Because instead of a comforting smile,

I see my dead eyes.

My emotions have become so overwhelming that I've become numb to their existence.

My unsettling tiredness―the inexplicable and incurable effect of my need for peace.

I see both of these in my eyes,

Through the deepness.

Through the darkness.

Through the path that leads me to my soul.

The portrayal my eyes hold.

Isn't it so...

Infatuating?

I see the burden that they hold.

I see the hurt that they hold.

My favorite thing about myself has always been my eyes.

The deepness.

The shine

But lately, all I've been seeing is the lifelessness.

The blackness.

The death that shows my dulling soul.