Sadness/ Depression - Hello Poetry

Jun 2020

Nix W

Painted eyes. Do you see right? A mimic. A fake. A clone. A mistake. Tainted ears. Do you hear right? A muffle. A sound. A thing at night. Do I frighten you? Least of all. I am weak. No need to fear. This is not real. You aren’t either. But I still see you. And hear you. Now can I feel you?

May you manifest yourself by my dire need of seeking solace in you.

Jun 2020

Nix W

Aquatic noose

Brace yourself. The tides come in. Let down your noose. No threats here. Water deliver. The remedy’s due. Kindly takeover. This one’s new. Oh sanctuary within this tide. Wrap me in waves. Smother my cries. Engulf my sorrows with salt, a million. I’ve let go. Welcome thee. This tides high and in I go. Welcome me, welcome me. My new found home.

A concoction of mixed feelings and this spills out.

Jun 2020

Nix W

Tea break misery

As the cries of laughter echo and consume
My ears are still burning by those who have strewn. Such lies. These women prance around with idiocy grace, a shady snark of deceit and words coated with sincerity, meekly designed to hide the words, in between the lines, are glares and stares, mutters and whispers, laughing at’s and inside jokes. This I see and this I hear as I sit here drinking my tea.

It matters who you work with.

Jun 2020

Nix W

Mr. Depression strikes again

Like a tugging feeing down
Yanking tight within my soul
It darkens my insides
And suddenly I feel cold
My head fills with sadness
And my mind sees only lows
My eyes begin to water
And my breathing heaves in slows
How absurd my feelings gather
Unfold and gush in times
It bottles up, my doing
As I steer away from lies
I just want to sleep
Sleep away all my tears
Sleep away all my woes
And sleep away all my fears
I hate this feeling (I say I wanna die)
It’s stupid yes I know and would I try?
It’s just this **** keeps getting thicker
Fumigating from within
Dense ash crumbling my light
Till I am weak and bent
Cradling my sorrow
Harbouring my woes
Sinking deeper in the abyss
A place where few people go

How do you ask for help when your not even sure what your needing help with????? Silence conjures up the most peculiar morbid thoughts.

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