Depression;
Just another word to describe the hole in your heart,
Like the collusion of a dartboard to the dart.
A numbness and empty, unthinking mind,
For the words that you cannot seem to find.
You fumble for you empty voice,
Because it's an illness, not a choice.
But those thoughts fill your clouded brain,
Making you restless, and insane.
Take a deep breath,
Imagine letting it go,
And leaving it to die.
Will you ever find it again?
No.
Because we are free from its existence,
Because of our strength and persistence,
Because we are enough, we have survived,
We are no longer trapped, we have been revived.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
