If you spent a day in my head you would leave crying
I don’t mean to sound pessimistic
I’m sad and really alone
I am surrounded by so many people every day
But I am alone in my head
And in my head is where the darkness stirs
It pollutes every inch of my mind
Breeding it’s poison that runs through my veins until it reaches my heart
When the poison reaches my heart I have no where to go
You see I can deal with my head being a mess
But once it attacks my heart my whole body begins to shut down
BED
B E D
doesn’t that sound like heaven?
In all this darkness and emptiness, just a hour
Several hours later I’m smothering the sheets into my face covering each part of my skin
Trying to hide from the demons on the outside
Who am I kidding the demons are inside of me
I talk a lot about myself don’t I?
Maybe that means I’m self absorbed
No, impossible I hate almost everything about myself
My head feels like a tornado spinning and spinning and spinning
Destroying everything in its path
Ripping up everything in its way
Then when it finally stops to pause and take in what it has caused
It all settles in, the mess
Others come to the rescue to pick up the broken pieces
Except not everything can be restored
And somethings need throwing away
- Author: C.W (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 22nd, 2018 16:58
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
This is what depression does isn't it - it cuts us off......... a real struggle not to seem "selfish"..... "And some things need throwing away" is a wonderful truth......
100% Lorna a mental struggle invisible to others
I have had it all my life but after young years of "angst" learned to just ride it through knowing it lifts in its own good time. And honestly have found that how I eat and take care of myself physically had a lot to do with it...... mundane truth again...... just throwing that in there in case it's something you can work with......
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