Depression
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Forecaster
Depression is a forecaster And a bad one at that It took me a while To learn this important fact He gestures dramatically At his clouds of woe Sweeping in from afar Driving out all hope Tomorrow always heralds At least some sprinkles of failure And there is always a possibility Of powerful gusts of… Continue reading
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I Will Keep On Writing
I will keep writing until they listen I will keep writing until someone hears I will keep pouring out my sorrows I will keep unpacking my fears The words won’t stop Until someone stops And pays attention The words won’t stop Until the doors are unlocked And someone enters I know of no other way… Continue reading
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I Burned and I Bled
I burned and I bled Was dipped in boiling water Imprisoned in damp cells My feet placed in mortar I felt the stark isolation Of a darkness ever-deepening I felt the force of water Of a tide never retreating I sang songs of woe To empty skies at night Scrawled words of agony In a… Continue reading
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Broken Shoulders
A lament I have held the worldOn my broken shouldersAllowed my body to be usedAs a shield for others I pushed my wounded soul onWhen I wanted to give upKept up the standardsMade sure I did enough I cried out for helpShowed my sorrow to others Tried to show the tortureThat for so long, I… Continue reading
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Frustrations
It’s not all my fault It cannot be No one has put as much effort Into this as me I have opened up My most vulnerable spaces All I have had in return Are cold, empty faces They throw generic solutions At my complex problems Ignored my years of trauma For a simple maths sum… Continue reading
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Reluctant Poet
I never wanted this To be a poet To write my darkest emotions So others could know it I would have liked to have been Just like everyone else But it had to be me That went through this hell For my mind to crumple As waves of emotions batter it For my train of… Continue reading
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Dark Room
A lament Waking upIn a dark roomAll aloneI must assume Don’t rememberHow I got hereCan’t see anythingBut my own fear The room is vastI have spent years searching itIt is filled with sharp objectsWhich cause me to trip The room’s not squareIt’s an irregular shapeAnd I’ve only just realisedThat it can change It’s fighting meI… Continue reading
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The Morning Mist
A lament Every morningIt descendsNo matter how wellThe previous day ends A haze of confusionA slowing of the mindA misting of the windowThat I have inside To fight itWill drain everything I’ve gotBut to let it sit thereWill make my brain rot And so I must pushTake the mountain pathOnly wearying disciplineWill eventually be enough… Continue reading
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The Pyre
A lament I lay my body Onto the pyre I sacrifice myself To the roaring fire Every morning This is the price I pay To keep on the fight To see another day Every day I have to make the choice To lay down my desires To silence their voice I have to feel the… Continue reading
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The Painful Choice
A lament What will I suffer for?For what will I bear this pain?The trauma inside of meBears fruit once again In every interactionIt stirs from its restA splintering knifeIn the centre of my chest If I choose to be realVulnerable and genuineThen for days I will sufferFeel the torture within But if I shield myselfThen… Continue reading
