I don't know how to feel
Lost all image of these tickles and wounds
Confused to the very cell of my body
Unable to speak
Unable to think
All but added pain to the dagger in my chest
Uncontrollable sobs of stupidity and self blame
For decisions without redo
For actions with volatile consequences
Deeper and deeper the sorrow
To shatter what remains
Erase all false fantasies that control and manipulate my feelings
All this to brighten a stupid heart
Whom's wish was to heal up time's wounds
But ended fading in the shattered glass
Reflecting and wounding
The loss of others
For decisive actions taken by oneself.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
De TodoThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
