This one is actually something I wrote during suffering through...some problems and basically it expresses what depression SOMETIMES feels like
I will never have the courage to say aloud
But I haven't ever heard before
Silence quite this loud.
No peace, nothing pretty
There's a hurricane of emotions,
an ocean of suppressed feelings.
So many people in the room
but no sounds to be heard
Not a single soul present
why the voices won't shut.
I am, after all, a painter by heart
and no canvas is as satisfying
as my skin
Maybe someday someone will come
Maybe one day I would be seen
Maybe someday someone would notice me
Maybe one day I won't have to conceal
YOU ARE READING
Free
PoetryJust something you might wanna read : ) If you're free (not like the title...like free as in not doing anything) then I'd be eternally grateful for consuming your precious time with my..........story idea? I'm not even sure what this is That was dra...
