Emo or Depression Poems

"Is it all an illusion?"

They words were a whisper a silent chorus

Then they grew louder

And louder

And louder

Until they were screaming

Their words beautiful but deadly

In the cold night with the moon shinning bright

The trees swayed and casted shadows onto the cool earth

There screams were everywhere

But as soon as they came they were gone

The night was silent with little movement

They had left a million questions behind that will never be answered.