Hell is a hard handful to hold on to.
The truth is the hardest to swallow.
Why must we hold on to such torturous things, that always come back to haunt us so vindictively.
Accepting the love we think we deserve even when you come home everynight and enter with a slap to your face,and put up with the abuse instead of walking away.
Profusely denying what happened because covering up the full story prevents the fear of it getting worse.
Asking someone if they're Okay and they respond with "I'm okay,nothing's wrong I'm fine." When they're going home everynight contemplating to live it out or end it all
smiling uncontrollably,to cover up depression, because smiling is what you do to keep the tears from falling, and stashing your emotions in your mind as if your an alcoholic stashing those bottles.
Drowning your life away in cannabis to help forget what happened,and thinking that solves your problems when it creates a bigger issue.
Crying yourself to sleep at night because you went through another day of allowing the cruel actions that others inflicted on your sanity
Why do little happy things turn into a handful of hell, why is the truth so hard to swallow.
It isn't that the world is evil.
It's just full of unnecessary actions.
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Poems via the depressed girl
PoetryPoems that really hit my soul. Some are depressing and horrifying and are full of terrible things that I and many others can relate to. Otherwise some are joyful and fun. These poems will be like stepping inside my head,and seeing what really goes o...
