hello, how are you today?
--my therapist asked.
Oh im okay. Im not sad nor happy ; im just empty.
i still drown myself with liquor and burn my lungs every night with a notebook in my lap.
Sometimes Depression & Loneliness touches each other and sometimes they touch my skin.
I've been off. I can't think straight --I'm just a broken blank canvas. --No colors --No art.
I'm a lonely town the only population is depression.
"Is it okay to smoke here?" I asked.
"No! That can wait. Pls continue" My therapist quickly replied.
I entertain myself by dancing in my own room with some rock n roll music. --dancing with my demons ; oh i wish you could see them dance. They were on fire.
At night i can't sleep so i drink like a drunktard in a street. --Begging ; --Begging to take this pain away.
I'm just a broken soul. umm I....
*Rings*
"Well i guess our time is up. Next meeting I'm gonna discuss about the ways to help you and for your emotional problems. I guess I will see you then" --My therapist left with a smile.
And I wass gonna say before the bell rang is --"I don't wanna be fixed ; I like me better this way."
YOU ARE READING
Hell Raiser.
PoetryLife's struggle. Depression. The downfalls in life. A collection of poetry for the demons inside my body that will never sleep. I am dedicating this book to all the people struggling with depression, trap in their own hell. You're not alone. You'll...
