It begins as a whisper,
a shadow in the mind's corner,
a weight that settles slowly
until it roots deep within.
It feeds on the quiet moments,
gnaws at the light,
turning mornings into endless gray,
devouring colors until they fade.
I feel it creeping beneath my skin,
an ache that grows with each breath,
a hollow hunger that consumes,
leaving me emptier each day.
Sleep becomes an escape I cannot reach,
while thoughts swirl in dark tides,
each one heavier than the last,
pulling me under, a silent descent.
I try to remember the warmth,
the taste of joy,
but depression is a thief,
stealing memories of better days.
It eats away at laughter,
at dreams once vibrant and whole,
until all that's left is a shell,
a ghost wandering through the motions.
And though I fight to break free,
its claws dig deeper, relentless,
an invisible force dragging me down,
slowly, surely, consuming me alive.
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Unheard Cries
PoetryUnheard Cries is a collection of raw and intimate poetry that delves into hidden chambers of pain, sorrow, and silent suffering. Each piece speaks to the deeply buried emotions, the tears that fall unseen, and the battles fought in solitude. This bo...
