Children
Stupid tunnel, so dark and deep,
You echo promises you swore you'd keep.
So narrow and long, so tight and small,
The children of anxiety, you keep them all.
Stupid cloud, following me around above my head,
Drowns my mood and feeds me dread,
You stalk about and hide the moon,
children of paranoia, you feed them gloom.
Stupid hole, so high and deeply built,
You broke the ladder and threw down guilt.
They cannot climb, it's far too steep,
Children of depression, you make them weep.
Stupid bucket, so full of tears.
Holding death and holding tears.
You keep overflowing, and I cannot pick you up,
Children of self harm, you make them burn and cut.
Stupid me, and stupid you,
We have anxiety, paranoia, depression and we self harm, too.
We scar our minds with thoughts and our wrists with blades,
In our head is where hell was made.
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Scars and Smiles (poetry about depression)
Poetry*A handful of poems that I wrote about suicide/self harm/disorders. Feel free to comment, vote, add, share and even mail me!* Ongoing Series. Enjoy.
