Aug 2016
You have shown me hope on the other side of time,
but all I see is the void in between.
I stand at the edge and try to see far,
and I fear that you will push me in.
I see myself falling,
dark clouds, thunder and lightening surrounding me,
struck through the heart a thousand times,
and after all the pain, mania settles in.
The devil will take residence in my mind,
and where my tears have fallen,
you will see me, as I am,
a fragile man that you have shattered,
and on the broken glass of my soul, you shall rest,
and your scars will mirror mine.
but all I see is the void in between.
I stand at the edge and try to see far,
and I fear that you will push me in.
I see myself falling,
dark clouds, thunder and lightening surrounding me,
struck through the heart a thousand times,
and after all the pain, mania settles in.
The devil will take residence in my mind,
and where my tears have fallen,
you will see me, as I am,
a fragile man that you have shattered,
and on the broken glass of my soul, you shall rest,
and your scars will mirror mine.
It's a bit messed up what this poem is about. A girl I have liked for a while has agreed to a date.
The problem with depression is that even when good things happen, you can only think about how ****** you'll be when it's over. You can't believe it's happening and so you work out how this illusion is being created, and you fear for your well-being, because when the curtain drops and the act is over, you'll realise that it was all a lie, and then what comes next, more pain, more misery, more tears, or numbness, nothingness, void.
The problem with depression is that even when good things happen, you can only think about how ****** you'll be when it's over. You can't believe it's happening and so you work out how this illusion is being created, and you fear for your well-being, because when the curtain drops and the act is over, you'll realise that it was all a lie, and then what comes next, more pain, more misery, more tears, or numbness, nothingness, void.
