I am searching.
for change.
For a better beginning,
middle,
or end.
I am searching for
what happened to the pent-up
emotion inside of me.
Where'd it all go?
Oh lord,
what is to be of my soul?
Where am I to go with no map
to my next destination?
I can't seem to open my eyes.
I am consumed
by the darkness of my thoughts and
head.
I can't escape it.
It has taken part of me.
It is the second voice in my head
especially when my main one is dead,
or asleep
or just refuses to speak.
Oh speak to me, please.
I can't listen,
ears ringing with
loud noises and voices.
My ears have heard the secrets.
Such secrets eat me up inside.
Secrets that could consume you in one bite.
CITEȘTI
In The Mind of Depression
PoezieA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
