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  Aug 2019 Ithaca
Nelida Evelisse
Why do I feel numb
Watching the world
Listless in sight
Because I only see it in black and white

Colors are washed out of my eyes
And every light in me has died
All I see are smiles as frowns
Because I only see them upside down

Love songs don’t have any meaning
For a person who is trapped in their mind
Love can attempt to come my way
And I will just glance and walk away

Storm clouds cries and fills the ocean
But my salty tears competes with emotion
Filling the ocean ten times till tomorrow
That the ocean will be overwhelmed with sorrow

In the end,
I try a superficial smile
And try to fool myself for awhile
But as much as I try
There is nothing left inside
Because everything in me
Can’t seem to come alive
For those who suffer from mental illness, I hear you and I know.  There is help and above all hope.  You are strong, keep fighting, you are worth it.
Ithaca Aug 2019
Hey,
I don’t know about you
But I may be 22
Before I feel like reading this again
And remembering how things once were

Depression, Jealousy, Nostalgia, Inferiority, Rejection, Hopelessness, Friends, Hurt, Sleepless Nights, Anxiety, Shame, and Wanting to Crawl Into a Box to Escape the Pain of Living.

Oh, and Love too, I guess.
Ithaca Jun 2019
Everyone dies,
But if I never met you,
I never would have lived.
Ithaca Jun 2019
seven years passed like the phases of the moon,
since her parents had their last fight,
their marriage stained maroon.
ever since, she stayed with Daddy,
always on the run.
she learned to live a life of crime,
and to never trust anyone.
now she’s all but sixteen,
but her hands are stained in blood.
she shot the sheriff where he stood,
his crimson tears a flood.
Ithaca Jun 2019
trapped in a cell, abandoned by light
fed through a tube, once day and night
no one around, to talk to or fight
sanity cowers in the absence of might.

showering cold in a tub soaked in tears,
the silence of torture has deafened his ears,
time is a lie, he’s lost count of the years,
forever imprisoned til the reaper appears.
Ithaca Jun 2019
there is freedom in destruction.
let’s ditch this fake production.
opinions matter—so do you,
we need a reconstruction.

time is of the essence.
time will come and leave.
time will wait on no one;
in yourself you must believe!
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