In the closet I go
Letting the darkness
Consume me
My tears
Put out every candle
That was lit
Outsider
No friends
That's fine
Walk until I pass out
On the side of the road
I hate the new you
I mean the new me
Trying to find a way to kill you
But
Not me
I'm a soul
Trapped in this messed up body
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments5
Love it, I feel it too!
Depression sucks and rears it head often. Love ypur words and especually your tears putting out the lighted candles, I fel there is more to this story and you mention the new and old you. Great write thank you for sharing.
Thank you
Well expressed poem of the struggles of depression and the consuming power it has, Great write
A poem of isolation whether self imposed or by rejection there is a sadness to it. Well done
So felt...I often feel like I'm trapped in my body, sucked into the way it is, and the ways it will never be. Depression is a funny thing, tries to make us feel so alone when so many people deal with it.
Thank you
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