Words
Simple words, so tiny yet so powerful
Every syllable cuts into my skin like a blunt blade,pushing its wau through until i can feel it compressing my heart . With is dark, long, evil,skinny hands.
I can feel my heart beating but... it doesn't feel like it's inside my chest.
The hands are slowly, painfully, pulling it out
I try to scream but nothing comes out,somehow my whole body is numb, unable to move apart from my chest. I can feel every nerve screaming.
But the words arnt the worst part, it's the actions that follow . looks like the hands have further work to do...
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poems about depression-short
PoetryI wrote these when I started going through depression and anxiety. I found it really hard and the only real good way of expressing myself was through these.
