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 Jul 2017 Luke
Alexandra Provan
You roll your eyes
Tut at me
Like I've somehow forgotten my place
Suddenly too big for these lines you drew around me
And now I am a threat  
Words like razor blades
Of truth and equality
Too sharp for you to swallow.

But it was you.
It was you who forgot your place long ago
When a woman's right to defend herself
Was deemed less important than your ego.

I will always burst out the seams
Of these stitches that spell compliance
You thread into my female skin.
 Jul 2017 Luke
misty
it is kind of horrible but it's not like you'd get it
the rest of you have placid minds
simplicity at its best
one bad thing happens and you feel this or that
i, on the other hand, deluged in my shackles of
misconstruity
one bad thing happens and i feel all these other  bad things
not that i'm the only one, a prisoner of my own head
i'm just the only one i know, bewildered
even in my own bed
Depression is a war
A battle against yourself
Every thought is a bullet
Every movement is a punch
Every word is a stab in the heart
Depression is a thief
It steals everything you once had
Everything left behind are the things that keep you trapped
Depression is a ******
It killed the girl I used to be
I look in the mirror
And I see this thing
Depression is a zombie
You are alive but dead
You are unaware of what is happening
You are the walking dead
Depression is a nightmare
You wake up into a Hell
You are afraid of living
Everything seems impossible to hear
Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
You are drowning everyday
However you are never saved
Depression is a bottomless pit
Never ending pain
Never ending struggles
There is no light
There is no escape
Depression is a war
You either win
Or you die trying
And I am afraid to say that I am losing
 Jul 2017 Luke
freeing the mind
An issue it has been for many a year,
A secret behind doors of which you often do not hear,
Within families and friends, workplaces the lot
To seek of this would not be a long shot.
It gets to us all through one channel or another,
Whether it your neighbour,friend,sister or brother,
Observe and you will see just how easy it can be,
A source, a connection you could get to in 3.
Little fear when it is felt it is required,
Over and over never seem to get tired,
A deeper need creates desperate measures,
Often leading to the sale of many treasures,
A family breakdown, withdrawal and depression,
It was only meant to be for the night of that one session,
It gets out of hand, you slip through the cracks and man oh man you wish for normal life back,
At the start, it was good, a trip like no other,
Now so deep you steal from your own mother,
Looks have changed, personality altered, an unknown individual who would have thought it?
Bruises and cuts, owed money and hideaways now a thing,
A strain to everyone's lives drugs do bring,
Your own person no longer, you thought of yourself as stronger,
Your life stolen, taken away if only that one time you had not strayed...

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