This feeling of such utter hopelessness overwhelms me.
I make them believe that I'm fine
But inside I'm empty;
A damnable cage whose walls are scratched and torn
From trying too hard to escape,
Scarred by keys of silver who couldn't cut deep enough
To open the locks and relieve the pain.
I'm a mess of broken pieces,
Stitched together with good intent.
My eyes hold the secret of who I was, Before my soul was ripped apart and reassembled
Not quite in the same way.
I've lost myself.
All that remains is a prisoner,
Starved and wasting away,
A slave to the mind that destroyed me.
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Darkness
Poesia"Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful." ~Giles Andrea...
