These nightmares and demons I still endure,
Still wishing these pills are my cure.
They are supposed to dull this pain,
To, at the least, keep me sane.
At best they only make me numb
and to the darkness, I succumb.
No shred of light down here can be found,
Not this far under the ground.
I feel neither joy or excitement taking me higher,
Nor the heat of loves burning fire.
Only despair is left to which I cling;
Better to feel something, than nothing.
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Behind the Silence
PoetryPoetry portraying the things I never say, the pain of depression and other unspoken shadows in my mind. Writing is my way of exploring and coping with a lot of internal issues and I like the way poetry is able to paint pictures of emotion.
