The whiskey becomes your genii,
a spirit which guides the way.
Out of the daytime mind, moving
away from the mundane,
adventure whispers your name -
"Together we'll soar like an eagle"
The endless has no bounds
Even when life takes its round
Over and over it may burn
Til each of our lives takes its final turn
The truth is the lesson so eager to share
The proof lies in the awnser we have all been there
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
Forgetting easily is a gift
Atleast to me.
Your brains are blank,just static
You don't think
Everything is automatic
You are a robot who just do what is told
If thinking measures in hair you would be bald
You are controlled by fake news
No personal opinion
In this corupded world
You're just a minion
There is not a better brain
Than a brain of a poet
We write our opinion
Feel free to enjoy it
Creativity and emotions
Run trough our veins
We are not slaves
We have our own brains
If I knew what it was
I would know how to help it,
I could soothe its scars
Caress away the doubts.
Free it so it soared.
Defeat the shackle bearers
When they came for it
They came for me.
a poem about the soul