Music sometimes helps me escape,
All of my pain and my agony.
But sometimes the sadness runs so deep,
That you can't keep up with it.
So instead of running, to catch up,
I dig a hole and bury myself.
I wallow in the sadness,
What's the reason to escape.
If my sadness will just come back,
Knocking my door down again and again.
I might as well just stay in it,
And let it swallow me whole.
I don't need to run if I can't hide,
As it always keeps catching up to me.
The shadowy darkness, of saddening depression
Isn't something I always find so comforting,
But I guess since I no longer run from it,
I'm beginning to feel comforted.
I know now,without sad moments,
You would never know the good ones.
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A Cry For Help
PuisiAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
