How fast it hits you,
The symptoms don't show
One minute you're smiling,
The world would never know,
.
You're faking, you're pretending,
But it all changes so fast.
It goes downhill,
You're exposed at last.
.
How fast it hits you,
This depression that is.
First one tear falls,
Then the rest pour,
It won't be long,
Until you aren't here no more.
.
How fast it hits you
When You become tried and worn,
You don't feel like battling,
And all is forsworn.
.
The mask comes off,
Its all undone,
The tear streaked face,
Is all that is left,
For the battle is won.
.
But twas not I,
Who victored this night.
For the terrors still haunt me,
Depression still taunts me.
No, I haven't won this fight.
.
How fast it hits you,
When you realize you're dead.
Already halfway to heaven,
You're finally released of this dread.
.
Depression can't harm you,
For you are no more.
Finally in heaven,
Your heart isn't sore.
.
.
.
.
.
.
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This is probably one of my Favourite Poems I've written. I wrote it, with this horrible ache in my gut, my heart felt full of dread, and I just felt utterly terrible and worthless. I just wrote it down on some random paper, not really knowing WHAT I was writing, and then BAM! As soon as I was done, I felt a little better.
The best Poetry I write, is when I'm in the worst pain.
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Clouds of Thought
PoetryPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112
