My sadness is a knife stabbing any traces of happiness.
Its rust compromising my emotional stability.
I feel the accuracy of the blow as the poison seeps in.
The depression infesting my body, with such precision and power there is no time for retaliation
The depression made my heart weak
The misery gripped my heart with such firmness that it not only dominated my heart but my soul
All the things that i owned in my blood.....
Appreciation, Beauty, Cleverness, Compassion, Curiosity, Desire, Fascination, Fierceness, Heart, Integrity, or Intelligence is now only a black hole of discontent and hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poésiethis is a book of a girls poetry that she wrote to let out her emotions that were drowning her (the girl = me)