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buckettears Aug 2018
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im numb at first
i dont feel it
as it caresses my skin
i push it further
blindly

..

then the pain
draped over me
like an oversized blanket
dragging me
drowning me

...

i can feel
as it rushes out
like a waterfall
of everlasting doom
pain i cannot describe

....

but in a way
i am still numb
i cannot feel it
i just push it in further

.....

i cannot feel
my heart breaking
into a million pieces
because how can i
when its ~ numb ~






























from all these years of pain...
  Aug 2018 buckettears
emnabee
Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
buckettears Jul 2018
Life has no meaning,
When you've already died.
It's just the remains of the body.
But your soul's not inside.

The heart's not pumping.
The brain's not understanding.
You carry on lifelessly.
There's no misunderstanding.

But if there's no meaning,
No motive or inspiration,
How do some continue.
For the full duration.

I've been through it all.
The living, the dying.
But I can't seem to hold on.
So I let go crying.
buckettears Jun 2018
I'm like a bird,
Falling from the sky,
Everything's blurred,
Bruised, but I'll fly.
buckettears Jun 2018
Depression is a war,
A fight against yourself.
Every word a punch.
Every thought a bullet.

Depression is a thief.
It steals everything from you.
The things left behind,
They trap you in.

Depression is a ******.
It kills who you used to be.
When you look in the mirror,
You won’t see yourself.

Depression is a nightmare.
You go to sleep crying.
You wake up screaming,
Into a world of hell.

Depression is an ocean.
An ocean filled with emotions.
But every day,
Your drowning.

Depression is a bottomless pit.
When you fall into it,
You might never come out.
And no one can help.

Depression is a void.
You’re ****** in.
But you don’t know,
If you’ll make it out alive.

Depression is a war.
A fight against yourself.
You will struggle.
But you can make it out alive.

— The End —