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May 2017 · 157
The Rain
Giovanni May 2017
Does the rain wash away pain?
Either way it would be in vain.
I walk alone along this path,
a tunnel dark but somehow rain.
At this pace, I'll leave no trace, for this is a race.

Loved ones will cry when I die,
but will anyone else?
Feet bare but I do not care,
much worse are the pains inside.
I tie a noose, it's time I'm set loose.
Pain shall fade, as it is laid to rest.
Goodbye, I tried my best.
Just noting that I am fine and will not be killing myself so no need to worry. This is a work on previous events in my life.
May 2017 · 219
Why Are We Blind?
Giovanni May 2017
Why does the sky shine so bright on such a deafened world? Kids crying, bombs flying, parents trying...people dying. Words fall on deaf ears as the first world forgets the rest. They tap upon glowing glass as hundreds drop down, defeated after a long battle. Food forgotten could feed the unfortunate. Water unsafe, a long gone worry. That small child that passed, has no home to roam, you keep your dime which ends their time. So who are we to deserve that sky, upon wishes cast, why are ours fulfilled. Reprimanded are the poor though we are the blind. What has this world become, where is everyone's welcome? Born in the third to never reach first, we are the greedy that cast out the needy. Why do we fight over land so bland? For black gold that fuels our mechanical mules that for no good reason do poison our Eden, So why, I do ask, are we still here reading when we could help those who are pleading. Forget narrow thoughts and rescue those leaving.
My opinion on the state of the world.
May 2017 · 234
The Invisible Truth
Giovanni May 2017
Why does hate infect the kind and forgiving?
Perhaps not external but internal.
Inside a demon lies but outside a compassionate personality doth reside.
Unkind thoughts bottled in a small container bursts at the seams. Red drips downwards and a tear rolls, is this the cure or a mistake? The answer fades. A pure soul disappears and a light dissipates into darkness.

Depression is but an invisible barrier that shields the truth. Unsuspecting are the onlookers of this world to the true horror within. They say it came out of nowhere, but well hidden were the signs. Thoughts kept to one's self creates only poison. A poison so dark it consumes the spirit before the body, many people relate but few speak out. Pain is what they feel, and feel they deserve. Help is there but the dark curtain conceals this obvious truth. The hardest journey is surpassing the barrier that poisons the mind and into the light of truth, not final relief.
May 2017 · 235
The Knife's Edge
Giovanni May 2017
Sinking feelings accompany me now, a light shines afar beckoning.
A weapon clings to my hand, that shall bring upon the pain I believe I deserve.
A flash of reason and discarded is my foe.
I clutch myself and weep a sea of sorrow.

Slice your wrist you incompetent ****!!!

No, I shall not for this is not me, for a smile is branded upon this mask and is who I want to be.

But you are much too small to surpass my might!!!

Maybe, but friends are purer than thee and hold me upright.

Help I shall seek as your darkness cloaks the truth. Alone I am not for surrounded am I, this pill doth cleanse my mind and balance is ****** upon impurity. No longer do I fight alone as this battle is best fought with an army, my wrist remains clean but where are you now? You are alone in place of me, no longer shall you spit heresy on my values as I am my own person and you are not me.
This poem describes my recent battles with depression.

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