The Battle Yet To Lose

Tia Davis/テイア

In and out of madness

 

Set back by blood

 

Depression is a silent killer they say

 

But my pain is loud and clear

 

Screaming in agony for me to heal

 

What is this healing I swore I feel

 

What does it mean

 

Sad to numb mad to screams

 

Closet closed in the monster I always knew was inside

 

It cried and screamed like me

 

I crawl out in front of my mirror just to see what I always believed

 

I am my own pain and agony

 

And my breeder helps the killing

 

Eyes open but seem to be shut now completely out of both worlds

 

When I die bury me with chrysanthemums and pearls

 

From the colors red to pink the shades of my heart

 

Once I drown in my own stream of misery 

 

Know that I am home

 

A familiar place 

 

A familiar smell of salt, diablerie and a load of despondency

 

That has once tried to consume me

 

Now succeed

 

Let me drown the deeper I go the bigger my smile grows

 

Giving in is never what I did but only met my fate

 

How things should go but many hearts can't take

 

 

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  • Author: Tia Davis/テイア (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2022 14:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have been sick for a long time now I no longer will feel like I failed if I were to be consumed by it. Because I am only human why is death a fail when death is just as important as life it's self and very much there.
  • Category: Letter
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