Depression
Wrapped around my neck
thick and tight, a noose
Fighting to breathe
Though suffocation is unbearable
I fight and fight
Told the noose is imagination
All in my head
But how could something this fake
feel so real
Steal suffocating
No one helps
all they do is stare
I struggle
And they stare
Tempted to yell
"Don't you see me!? Im dying"
No.
They don't.
All that is returned
Are stares.
I turn and scream
all i see is nothing
A pitch black void
Sudden screams fill the void
Questions with no answers
Why?!
No!
The loud mourning shook the void
Like a light splitting through worlds
For a second the void was no more
And all i saw
Was blood.
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True Expression
PoetryWritten by Emily G. Lissette A collection of poems written at the young age of fifteen. In this winding collection you can connect and start to relate through the eyes of a young teenager starting off in her freshman year.
