Okay, this one honestly scares me myself because I wrote it. I don't know what to think or feel about it. I'm sorry if it's bad or anything, please honestly tell me if you think I should unpublish it or change it. Thank you.
Frozen fingers,
cold hands,
numbing their face again.
A kiss on the forehead,
a silent word.
A smirk is formed,
and seen by the world.
As they say their goodbyes,
and one leaves the other
And they stand,
soaked in a puddle.
And they smile softly,
remembering the goodbye.
And wondering which,
words to live by.
As another figure,
older and worn,
comes from the side,
and takes the space
that was just left empty.
And happiness hugs,
them from behind.
Brining warmth,
and kindness to mind.
Until the words,
left by depression,
clouded their brain,
an everlasting impression.
Nobody will love you.
Nobody will ever stay.
Push them all aside,
no one cares anyway.
And tears leak,
from the corners of eyes.
And happiness notices,
and gasps,
leaping surprisedly aside.
And depression takes,
this moment to come back.
Full force,
and armed with a task.
To destroy them,
and this time,
depression will work to keep happiness away for good.
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No
Depression thinks.
They don't want to hurt them.
"But they deserve it." Depression's mouth whispers.
Depression unwillingly smiles at their pain.
I'm a monster.
Words spout from depressions mouth,
as depression fosters,
a battle with itself.
No. Stop! You're destroying them!
I'm destroying them.
But depressions efforts seem useless
as the words
"Kill yourself now"
Spouts from depressions mouth, and flies like a bird.
Suicide's seen in depressions mind,
controlling their actions.
Convincing suicide otherwise is harder than multiplying fractions
Depressions thinks,
internally sobbing as the person walks,
to stand over the sink.
And depressions unable to do anything.
I never wanted to hurt anyone.
"Please happiness!
Come back and help!
Take the pills that they're holding,
and put them away!
Help, happiness, please!"
Depressions pleads and pleads.
And suddenly,
depression is shoved aside.
And happiness stands,
giving clear light of day
as they shove the pills away.
Depression disappears again for a while,
smiling.
As suicide is storming,
and forming a meeting with self-harm, anxiety, and the others for come morning.
And depression hopes, they won't be back for a while.
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Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
