Flaying happiness

kitty the naughty poet

Tears drip silently unspoken
as depression crashes inside
sinking roots within the skin
spilling sorrow from the unseen wounds, surrounding me
my brain beats louder than a drum
pounding the suffering 
entwining with depression 
drowning all self-confidence 
in an eight inch puddle of blood
that resides within the mind
flaying the skin of happiness 
cries and pleads for a soul to help
before I pass out from the pain
but no soul can hear the screams
when they are internal 
so I'll sit here and wither 
and pray for a brand new day 
to come and take me over 

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Comments4

  • orchidee

    If it wasn't a serious theme, or if we take it as entirely fictional - oooh, a really bad hair day there!
    I should put that flaying thing down - it looks dangerous to me - and let's have a nice cuppa tea and slice of cake. We can talk about things, It could help! (heehee).
    Oops - that taken the edge of the atmosphere off this poem?!

  • orchidee

    But seriously - I can understand how it can bring 'enjoyment' to some, in their depression.
    I've heard a few tales I wish I had not heard, in some counselling groups, that make me shudder. Not to be escapist though, as these things happen sadly.

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Difficult to feel depressed , I understand . I felt depressed and sad most of yesterday . And even sad this morning . Life can get us so down … and it does affect our confidence when we feel like this

    An expressive writing ) sorry you feel like this

  • dusk arising

    Something real from you. Well written expression of the tumult inside a mum..... perhaps like the proverbial duck who looks calm and serene on the surface but beneath the waterline those feet are paddling for all they are worth.



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