

Suicidal Depressionwho the fuck do you think you are up my arm, you're my oldest scar from the bowels of desperation I've sunken beneath drugged and intoxicated so heavily I fall under the sheath my head pounds with frustration, confusion and hurt depressed and oppressed with my face in the dirt there was never any glimmer of hope in my soul no glimpse of light to fill in my body's hole consentrated on breathing for no easy task a blank face providing my pain with a mask darkened from outside to inside of me the hollow in my chest, no one does see I feel this great pain, though I am numb &nSuicidal Depression


English Poems 2Drowning in DepressionEnglish Poems 2
Can you tell she hides behind a mask? One covered by giggles, smiles and laughs? Can you tell she’s the girl who always cries, And makes up for it with all her lies? She manages to smile, When her heart screams to cry. There are even days when she wishes to die. She’s the shy moon, hiding behind clouds Keeping secrets hidden away. She feels abandoned like a lost little dog Wishing someone would just come along Someone who’d like her, and just take her home, Giving her love, giving her hope, And helping her when her back’s against
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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