Depression sleeps across my
shoulders,
She coils around my throat,
She is swirling inside my
stomach,
She makes me start to choke.
She grips my air-ways nice and
tight,
I cannot breathe,
I can't see the light,
She clings to my body and to my mind,
"This will be hell for my parents to
find."
YOU ARE READING
My Maze of a Mind
PoesíaThese are some of my poems that illustrate how I feel sometimes, some will be happy - others not, so sorry if they depress you. WARNING: these poems may be triggering to some, in particular: The Treachery of the Knives, Beautiful Scarlet and The N...
