depression,
silent but deadly.
invisible,
but painful to the extreme.
teens, children, lovers
adults, elderly, friends.
it effects everyone.
darkness casting a shadow
on the faintest of hearts,
where love is now replaced
with hate, and we become
pierced with darts.
the blood dripping down my face
is not tears,
but it still leaves my bed sheets
stained like a glass window in a church.
no longer him or her
they cry for help but make no sound,
for as the blood inside their lungs
has now suffocated them to death
and they will never be found.
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true to me
PoetryRandom poems that I've wrote about the things that are true to me and my feelings and my life.
