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You feel like A ghastly mist, crawling up my toes Touching frozen ground as you wrap The soles of my feet in pasty white. You feel like Wet hair seeping through every thread Of a pillowcase where you rest your head Cold, warm, cold, warm—uncomfortable. You feel like Sore eyes from screens too bright As you type in bold, black thoughts A manifesto of the conflicts within. You feel like A room with no light, air, and sounds Stagnancy echoing—the streaks, the blowing, the ringing Were all dampened, washed out, unheard of. You feel like The sudden flash of blindness in the sky Overlapping the deepest violets with such crisp tear And they, too, tear as well. You feel like An intrusive intrusion of an intruder An interlude to all the things you've done An intermission to the tango that has just begun. You feel like A stale yet warm yet ugly yet comforting embrace I wrap around you just to seep in every inch Of what only you could offer. You feel like The last beginning of the endgame The enshrouding entrance of what is to come The naked piece of the puzzle I have yet to grasp fully You feel like Bitter goodbyes Unfiltered eyes And crimson skies.
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Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
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You feel like A ghastly mist, crawling up my toes Touching frozen ground as you wrap The soles of my feet in pasty white. You feel like Wet hair seeping through every thread Of a pillowcase where you rest your head Cold, warm, cold, warm—uncomfortable. You feel like Sore eyes from screens too bright As you type in bold, black thoughts A manifesto of the conflicts within. You feel like A room with no light, air, and sounds Stagnancy echoing—the streaks, the blowing, the ringing Were all dampened, washed out, unheard of. You feel like The sudden flash of blindness in the sky Overlapping the deepest violets with such crisp tear And they, too, tear as well. You feel like An intrusive intrusion of an intruder An interlude to all the things you've done An intermission to the tango that has just begun. You feel like A stale yet warm yet ugly yet comforting embrace I wrap around you just to seep in every inch Of what only you could offer. You feel like The last beginning of the endgame The enshrouding entrance of what is to come The naked piece of the puzzle I have yet to grasp fully You feel like Bitter goodbyes Unfiltered eyes And crimson skies.
what a depressive episode feels like.
#depressing#depression#empty#bipolar#imagery#emotion#sad#free#style#poetry
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Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
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