the night sky is dark, i'm laying on my bed
i stare at the ceiling as suicide visits my head
these twisted thoughts get the best of me
"i'm worthless" is playing on repeat
i pull up a blanket and feel its warmth
as i try to escape the cruelty of my mind
it doesn't matter if i'm happy for a second
for i know the depression always comes back in time just
to suck out any sunshine that seeped through the narrow crack of opportunity, of optimism, of a cold, empty, depressed life
the darkness of my room keeps me lonely
the silent cries from under my cover speak louder than the words i try to say
my eyes become puffy and red, my face heavy from drowning in tears
my body tired from shaking, from the poor attempt of comforting myself
i know i'll never be okay, and maybe this is just for tonight
but who knows if the sun's light will come back in time?
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Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
