Broken
Depression is like a storm cloud
Pouring rain
Accompanied by sharp blades of lightning
And thunder which deafens you
Anxiety attacks feel like you've been pierced by a sword through both your lungs
It feels like a pillow being stuffed in your face while struggling to catch a single breath
Like you're stuck in a glass case filled with clear water while looking out at those watching you suffer
Suffocating in your own thoughts
Drowning in dreams and wishes
Bombarded by infinite regrets
Constantly overthinking all the possibilities that could've been
Wondering why life is so unfair
Why you are still here
Everything
Everyone
Anyone
They all say that they're here to listen
Here for you
Here with you
They say that they are people who you could rely on
Someone to lean on
To hold on to
To hug when you're alone
To talk to when you feel like complete shit
To be there, conveniently placed for you within arms reach
Just a phone call away
Even a message
Yet it still feels like no one is there
Yet you still feel like you're talking to air
I still feel like I'm talking to air
Yet I can't breathe
Because anxiety and depression have swallowed me
And I'm stuck here
Painting a picture
A beautiful picture upon a canvas that has been ruined
I'm painting happiness
A smile
Just one simple smile across my own face
To realise that I'm not painting
I'm drawing
Drawing with that blade
Drawing in red
Yet it's all just in my head
Because I don't have the guts to do so
To know what's right or wrong
To know where I belong
Or to tell anyone what has been bothering me all along
Cause I'm still stuck
Still falling into that bottomless pit
Wondering what's so beautiful about this world
Wondering why this art piece looks so crooked
And that maybe I should stop staring at a broken mirror
Because it just reflects how I am inside
I'm just constantly reminded
And it's not like I didn't know that already
I'm just tired
But I don't even know anymore
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Lies and Silent Truths
PoesíaI like to write poems sometimes; some don't rhyme at all. Just like my stories, they are just random ideas that come to mind. I've been into slam poetry lately, so these may sound a lot like a slam poem instead.
