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the round sun
with her
yellow smile
light that laughs
her copper eyes
shall see
the paper windmills
through her mind
because once you suffer from depression
it may belive you .
it throws you in a dark room
leaves you there all confused & emotionless
you become paranoid not knowing what to do.
one line , two lines & three
the blade is in my skin .
four lines , five lines & the sixth
the blade has cut me deep .

depression came by like a naughty neighbour
who was just in time for brunch
hence he only popped in to say hello
but he knew he was here to say .
and when the food ran out ,
he started feeding on my happiness .

every season felt like a winter morning
depression became a tendant that
never payed rent , but occupied even
the basement of my smile .

depression will be there right next to me
but aren't we looking for somebody
to be there for us ?
Aimee Bobby Lo.
thus your light
bend around
my soul
at least
360 degrees
Thoughts, worries, dreams, and hopes
All running faster than lightning through her brain.
A constant stream down a raging river.
Twisting and turning, moving faster and faster
Every failure, every painful memory weighs so heavy it begins to crush what is left of her heart.
So many bricks she made over the years to build this wall around her true self.
The window to her soul has been nailed and painted shut.
Fear was the motivation
Fear of rejection, fear of loving without love in return
The fear if she became vulnerable or open that another heart break would **** her.
This internal struggle is her undoing
Compound with the worry of life, the pain to see the disappointment in her child's eyes.
The tears because she is too young to understand how cruel this world can be.
So helpless yet expected to be stronger than steel.
So in the light of day she hides the agony away.
Blocks the darkness of depression from her face
But in the solitude of the silent night, it bleeds through her skin, takes over her mind.
Until it consumes her soul, no rest, no easy escape
She wrestles through the hours of the evening
Only to wake over and over alone.
Dust settles inside my veins,
dirt lingers inside my heart
Broken bones lead to shame
sharp pieces rip me apart
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