Hard days....

kitty the naughty poet

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.

  • Author: kitty the naughty poet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2022 02:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Caring dove

    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 .,

    • kitty the naughty poet

      I have a few mental health condition it's not just depression. But thank you for your comment yellowrose I appreciate it 🥰

    • Goldfinch60

      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

    • orchidee

      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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