In my depression
I have no inspiration
For a good thought to think
Feeling my heart deflate and sink
Just like the tears I'm beginning to hate
There's no debate
Of the emptiness I feel
Or the screams I try to conceal
Of the pain I hide
The self hatred that burns my veins like cyanide
I've lost count of all the tears I've cried
And on the inside I feel I've died
But I've tried to be happy
Nothing works for me
I'm really trying
All the while I'm crying
I'll keep trying
I'll try harder
To find inspiration in my depression
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
