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Poetry.


I hate the nights where I feel so hallow inside
I feel so damn empty and out of place
I hate the nights where my mind wanders to the unknown
And all I return with is sadness
I hate counting the tears that rush down my cheeks and collect upon my pillow
I hate that the only thing I have at night to comfort me is my loneliness
And the only thing I feel surrounding me is darkness

I   hate   it   all.

- s.b

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Depression is a world
Depression leaves you lost
Depression drops you into a never ending black hole
You want to get help
But you can"t
When you do
You wish you didn't
Depression leaves you numb
With fear
Depression leaves you no hope
No ambition
Nothing to look forward to
Tears well in your eyes
Depression leaks out
Out into the open

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"I'm the kind of person who cries and pretends they don't.
I act like I'm invincible when in reality
I cry alone in my car, in bathrooms and when other people fall asleep."

- Ranata Suzuki

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Want out of this body.

Rotting corpse
spouts a horde of
overgrown snakes.
Stumbling
                  forward,
Snakes,
s c r e a m i n g.

Foot breaks,
not even broken bones
piercing through skin,
could stop him.

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there is a monster under my bed
she doesn't sleep
and plays with knives
she knows all my secrets
and all my weaknesses
she has been with me throught it all
the ups and downs
and everything in between
she play with knives
and knows they never leave my mind

- monsters and addicts / helene degn

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Aku bersandar pada senja

Meratapi kemurungan hal itu

Semesta berbicara tanpa kata

Suara yang menggema membisik di telinga

Lusu tatapan mu di hadapan nestapa

Bibir indah mu bagai kelabu

Kelopak mata mu yang kosong

Semua seperti pelangi tak berwarna

Cerita tanpa bahasa

Hanya batin yang merasa

Bias diantara kelopak mata

Dengan cengang melompong

Langkah tak lagi berirama

Keluh adalah kesah

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