Hard days come & hard days pass
I see them through on my own
nobody sees the sorrow behind my smile
or they chose to believe that a woman like me
could never ever feel the sadness
created by this mental health condition.
Words cut like a knife, so I don't speak
craving a mind that doesn't think
just for a while... a little bit,
depleting thoughts before crossing it's path
wanting peace from my inner demons
spiralling down in turmoil.
While the outta shell smiles sweetly
never showing the pain from within
unless it's written,
words chiseled in my mind
stained in the blood of my creativity
shouting me from the depths of despair.
Beckoning me to follow
deep in the trail of woe
entwining depression with crippling misery
unable to go forward, unable to return
stuck in decomposing darkness
fearing everything but death.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2022 02:10
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Comments3
It’s not easy dealing with Mental health issues .. I have dissociation , have bern through a lot of trauma .. sometimes I get so sad ., I understand how difficult it can be . Sorry you have to deal with depression .,
I have a few mental health condition it's not just depression. But thank you for your comment yellowrose I appreciate it 🥰
Very emotive words katie but the way I feel is that every day I get up out of bed it is a good day and it will be wonderful.
Andy
Aww that's good, I wish ny brain would let me believe it
Me being flippant - ohh, have an adventure (or ten) like Kitty has. That'll cheer ya up no end! heehee.
What am I suggesting? Swoon! lol.
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