Sunsets Poem, by Violet♎, at My poetic side

My depression is what my anxiety feeds

I cut my skin and watch as it bleeds

Happiness is never close, it's always far

When I find it, it leaves a nasty scar

I'm beginning to feel my heart break

And the pain is more than I can take

I'm the dark side of the moon

And as to bleeding out, it's never to soon

Nobody would miss me anyway

I've only got one reason to stay

But they won't want me for long

So I guess it's from my path that I must stray

There is a tall tree

That stands strong next to the sea

Meet me where the sun meets the moon

Promise you'll be there soon?

Comments +

onepauly April 27th, 2018 10:50
you'll be their.
go meet yourself.
positivly
Christina8 April 27th, 2018 18:19
Very well written. More people would miss you than you know. I get the depression and anxiety. You are not alone.

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