It's in moments like these that make you feel inhuman.
No one talks about how you feel after the storm. After the yelling has quieted and the tears have dried.
The heart slows and the head pounding is now a dull ache.
After it's happened no one talks about the worst part. Only those who experience it know it.
Nothing else compares.
Each breath may be easy to take but it's hard to breath when you don't feel the fresh air.
The ache everywhere, each thought forced as if you were running through a swamp.
Nothing is clear, the words echo and bounce around inside an empty mind.
Eyes burn from the tears that spilled, the body craves the adrenaline that coursed through your veins as tempers rose and fear took over.
The worst part, once you calm down it may not happen. If you are surrounded by those who make you laugh and smile to lighten your mood.
It may be a temporary delay that only delays the fall further.
It's in the moment when you are alone. That it sneaks in.
That feeling of what you truly are.
That false sense of hope gone. Replaced by a bland mix of regret, longing, and a dull ache of everything that's wrong.
That loss of dream, loss of inspiration and more importantly the lose of you.
Somewhere out there, is where you are. Lost and not currently in the empty shell you call your body.
It's in moments like these that make you believe
It's your moment to look at yourself from afar. See how beautiful you are despite your flaws. Because with out the emotions that come day to day you don't get that nervous sense when you pass the mirror.
How could you if the creature staring back at you doesn't feel like you. The outside she'll never shows that emptyness, it only shows what the soul looks like. The eyes they may dull as the light that shone behind them may have left but that doesn't change your outer beauty.
It only changes the inner beauty that's gone to pick flowers or dance in the rain.
It's in moments like these the soul is reborn.
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Little Writtings
PoetryEverything here will make you think. This is my poetry book. I use it as a coping mechanism that was recommend by my therapist and I thought I would share in case it may resonate with someone else. Caution may cause triggering for depression, Self h...
