My blood I willingly spill onto the page
It takes the form of words to engage
A written expression of my life's insanity
It exposes my darkest truths for all to see
Unwilling to admit it's existence to myself
Darkest of thoughts I place upon a shelf
Behind my smile I've concealed this reality
I fear the possibility of my broken mentality
Would others not think this to be true
If asked for help what would they do
It goes unnoticed each time I reach out
That someone cares I begin to doubt
Hope I once held slowly fades away
Deeper into this depression I fall each day
Why does no one care enough to see
The emptiness I've hidden is killing me
Someone to talk with I have not found
Paper now keeps me mentally sound
With pen in hand I have learned to speak
In poetry I have a voice that's unique
ChillNPsyco
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
Another day I struggle to reach its
darkened end
Battling cryptic thoughts which my
demons send
Amidst this emptiness I find myself
withering away
Neither caring nor am I wanting to
see another day
Depression is an uninvited friend
that will not leave
Obstinate that it speaks only truth
when trying to deceive
No one can be found to convince me
it is only lies
Emptiness that surrounds me
somehow it multiplies
Depression
Erases
All
The
Hope
ChillNPsyco
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
I reach out but no one hears
Within the silence are my worst fears
Why do I look for reason in every day
I tell myself I no longer wish to stay
The pain reminds me I'm still here
Always pushing away never pulling near
All this time alone woundering why
To be a part of this life at times I try
A room filled with many I'm still alone
A feeling not changed in an empty room at home
This life perhaps never ment to be
For so many yes maybe not for me
Whispers in the dark voices I can't see
Often they convince its time to fly free
Light fills my eyes each day I wake
This life is not mine...
Not mine to take!?
ChillNPsyco
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC