#drepression
Hello poetry I'm back again,
The voices in my head are having their revenge. Acting like my feelings are only pretend, my heart is beating apart from my skin. tired of them treating me like I'm not part of them. Shaking and sweating my anxiety begins, I scream psychiatry because they know how to mend. My mind is declining with subsiding sin. Tired of serving with some ******* up tension, feeling like my mood is in detention. Oh NO here comes my depression, what to do with this infection in my brain it's on fire I'm going insane! They're going to have to start to restrain, I have nothing to gain but my brain, Please help me save myself from a grave. Familiar stranger in my mind, I can't help but want to cry, I grab a razor in dangerous times. As time passes I can't climb, cause these demons behind my eyes. Haunt me every night. Silence can't Cause my brains in rant, a patient of a schizophrenic chant. Moments like this make me want to pant. I need treatment or i can't last.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
wires in my head
acid runs through my veins
my body moves by thread
thy got me
they got me
they got me
now i am like the rest of them
lonely marionette
Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 6:15 AM UTC
water seeped through invisible cracks on the ceiling,
sprung from tiles of the floor and
trickled down in serpentine paths from the walls.
I go out that day but no one notices.
It's gradual and slow, I try to sleep it off
but when I wake the next morning I am
waist deep inside the water.
I can only feel the chill of it, the ripples as I move
around attempting to ignore it.
It feels like air.
I'm too afraid to go out and seem different to people
around me.
Days pass, I wonder if I'm hallucinating,
what's wrong with me? perches in my head.
I spent all day attempting to identify the source;
under the bed, in the cracks of my mirror,
inside my pillow but nothing.
I sit in the middle of my living room,
in the middle of the flood,
in the middle of the night,
slowly being submerge in this confusion.
I'm drowning underneath this weight as
people walk on by unaffected by this change.
I've become numb,
sleep and wake to this abysmal blue.
There's no point in anything I do.
It's insidious, entering my dreams as I
prematurely awake to another day under the water.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
We can cry
We can hurt
We can craze
But that's fine
That's okay
Our grades matter more
Then our tears anyways
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
She… the gentle whisper of the northern wind
She… that trapped the sunbeams of an autumn morning in her hair
She… that her lips give birth to the most sublime
See… her dancing like a crazy flame in the fields of purity
She… a statue cold, forged from the earth’s warm palette
Seek… her, great struggle, though all efforts failed
So… there is no logic, gone forever, lost!
And suddenly came the time that I had to face things that I avoided my whole life
I am not sure anymore what to expect in the end
The journey seems long and the dismal clouds above diminish my last drop of courage
I went to all lengths to meet this projected beauty
Beauty that once was mirrored in my weary eyes
Eyes that desperately hunger for remedy
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC