It attacks you in the night ,
with swift breezes of coldness.
thinking of the possibilities,
that everything's changing.
It bites you in the heart,
that same feeling that stings.
even your most cold-hearted state,
can never run from this fate.
the questions, that gives cuts,
Leaves a feeling of being alone.
Now you are having a negative thought,
without any obvious reaction thrown.
Without a direct want, need,
moments seeking for comfort.
seeking for a small talk,
to patch all the given efforts.
Flee from this illness,
where cure is a mist,
of anti mallice,
eaten by the insecurity beast.
You do not want to involve,
because the hurting is true.
and the sad part is,
they misunderstand you.
Shadows you are playing,
but recovery is a mere imagination,
a wishful thinking it is.
save me from this depression.
pressured by the happenings,
all you seek is comprehension,
a wishful thinking it is.
save me from this depression.
Burned by the talks,
everywhere's misactions.
maybe you need to go,
If leaving can be an option
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 7:18 AM UTC
It attacks you in the night ,
with swift breezes of coldness.
thinking of the possibilities,
that everything's changing.
It bites you in the heart,
that same feeling that stings.
even your most cold-hearted state,
can never run from this fate.
the questions, that gives cuts,
Leaves a feeling of being alone.
Now you are having a negative thought,
without any obvious reaction thrown.
Without a direct want, need,
moments seeking for comfort.
seeking for a small talk,
to patch all the given efforts.
Flee from this illness,
where cure is a mist,
of anti mallice,
eaten by the insecurity beast.
You do not want to involve,
because the hurting is true.
and the sad part is,
they misunderstand you.
Shadows you are playing,
but recovery is a mere imagination,
a wishful thinking it is.
save me from this depression.
pressured by the happenings,
all you seek is comprehension,
a wishful thinking it is.
save me from this depression.
Burned by the talks,
everywhere's misactions.
maybe you need to go,
If leaving can be an option
(c) jcjuatco 5.29.11 - Depression,hurts
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