Stains

P.X. Vexxus



Her tears fall like glistening rain

Shimmering in brilliance, mirroring her pain

Her suffering revealed with drops that stain

Depression is laid open, showers from her veins

 

 He stands behind her, watching her silent struggle

He sees the dripping blood, but ignores the puddle

She stands with a knife, ready to crumble

He doesn't move, he watches her stumble

 

 Alone in her life, she slowly cuts away

Hoping to heal, but the wounds remain

And behind her he stands far too late

He watches her cut, but thinks she's okay

 

 The wounds get deeper, her sorrow deepens

She keeps getting weaker from her demons

She hides behind a smile, behind broken feelings

Until her weeping turns into eternal dreaming 

 

She is gone, but a stain remains

Upon the floor lies her broken chains

Alone in the doorway he mirrors her pain

Blood drips again in this world of stains

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2017 23:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Stains [August 16, 2016] Describes the mask the depressed can wear, the affect it has on that person, and the people around them.
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  • Nicholas Browning

    A facade is a defense mechanism. Masks protect us from many things, but from behind them we have difficulty realizing the pain of others. A double edged sword. It leaves its stains, for sure. Good stuff.



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