The drowning waters suffocate my soul
The endless terror of the night rages
Ending my life was your devilish goal
My life is a book with torn out pages
You can't be seen but you are far from fairy tales
Inflicting wounds that will scar my life
You live in my mind where your darkness prevails
Destruction your mother and Death your wife
I cry but you ignore my silent screams
You blur my vision in the most twisted way
You terrorize my soul and haunt my dreams
I open my eyes, I am not your prey
I am not alone and the mask reappears
Out goes the grief, pain, and all of the tears
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I have no other words to say.... - Cris
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Depression
PoetryI wrote this poem when I was in my darkest hours dealing with my depression and self harm. I needed to vent and this seemed like a good outlet so yeah....
