You torture The button of circling arrow With touches of your gentle finger Hoping to read something new Just to remind yourself That you’ve won all the battles With blood and tears mixed together My heart left asunder You leave them be Without any trace of your ****** As if nothing has ever happened You dig steadily in search for happiness As I bury myself in Hoping one day you’d find me again And you did found But the one beside me And once again Blood was spilled Not on streets But on sheets Oh sh*t Was happiness ever found? I wish you dug The left one Tho I silently cheered “He’s the right one”
I think it’s time for me to dig myself out. I know there's a lot of other people dealing with depression. Reading/writing poems is one way to heal. Let's save ourselves darling, don't give up just yet