I sit.
Muffled sounds,
I block them all out,
Try to sing in my head
And then a water drop.
The smooth sound echoes,
Hitting the sides of my skull.
As it returns.
A deep hum fills my dead.
I am staring at the deep sea.
With the deep light of the sun.
It reflects against the rough,
Disturbed surface of the sea.
There's a storm brewing.
Above,
The sky is black.
I'm not sure why,
But it feels like,
The sea is smiling at me.
That light hum faded.
The storm fell down.
The sea closed its eyes.
I was alone again.
But it doesn't feel bad
I know that it will be fine.
But will it??
The sea is big,
It won't drain out.
Rain only makes it stronger,
The sea will return,
Will smile.
I close my eyes again,
But instead they open,
I'm still in class.
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Nightmare
PoetryIt's not what it seems it is. Your eyes can lie, a nightmare is everywhere. To anyone who knows me in real life: Yes, I am depressed, yes, I self-harm. But I write this for myself more than for anyone else, if you do decide to read this, I want you...
