~STARLESS NIGHT~

berthutchinson17

Night time grows near. But no more with stars. But it’s not growing from near. More of from far. It takes away from people left whole. And and Rips their very own soul.

It grows inside. Like a deep dark pit.
Leaving behind the depression it spits.
It fills up a soul. But yet takes so much away. Turning all your blue skies to grey
It takes away sleep. The depression. It speaks.
It sounds like a longing lost soul. Coming from the pit that’s not whole.
It spends its time growing inside. Until the person can no longer win the fight.
But for a lot people it can be fixed. Most people just need someone to help take and fix. But for some it’s hard. Almost nobody they know. So they try to take it on on their own. Please don’t try that. It’s hard to recover. Please call 1-800-273-8255 the national suicide prevention hotline number.

  • Author: berthutchinson17 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2018 02:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote it because my girlfriend is suffering from depression.
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Comments1

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    hello .. you know , your descriptions of depression are very clever , you expressed this very well . . its sad when people are depressed and not nice at all



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