my suicidal rain
My eyes burn at a consistent rate because of the pain I feel and see,
if I could wish for anything it would be that I was free as a bird or I could swim to the bottom of a river because the suicidal rain has taken over my whole kingdom and the darkness has spread to all of my favorite places. My ones welcoming home has now become hollow and hopeless, the roads were I would sit and smile at the beauty of the world are now full of corpses and dark sellouts of the light that used to shine.
The sun you can no longer see as it is hidden by the moon. all the trees are dead and the dogs walk around scowling at the shadows that haunt my kingdom. My kingdom was going to shine and be brighter than any other but now it's chilly and ignorant about the happiness we ones prided ourselves on. This suicidal rain has taken my kingdom as the prisoner because we shined too bright. It feels like a distant planet to me.
My sweets taste bitter and my mouth feels like copper is swilling in it. Mabey my kingdom was doomed from the start. doomed because of the ignorance of happiness, doomed because we didn't fight for peace we just thought we were entitled to it, doomed because we loved and trusted to mutch. I think this yet it is human nature too want and need these ignorances that's why my kingdom has fallen to this suicidal rain.
I walk in places were my heart ones pounded too the sound of drums and bands playing songs of sweet nothingness, now I walk with my heart hardly beating at all while I stare at the destruction of the stage and the mass of guitar strings and blood. My one's happy kingdom is now under this suicidal rain, we are falling into despair and now we feel nothing and our taste for love has gone away.
This kingdom was ones protected by the strongest guards and happiest people but now the guards are scared and everyone is miserable and exhausted. I no longer want to breathe in this toxic air I'm afraid the suicidal rain has taken over my body. Now in front of my glassy eyes, my kingdom disappears forever the suicidal rain has won us all my kingdom is now there's.
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depressed and overdressed
Poetrythis book is full of my poetry about depression self-harm suicide and dysphoria. please make sure you're in a safe place too read these poems and make sure you do seek support from anyone! I always hear <3