I am a slave, to this depression
This unending
Fight for possession
I try to kill it
With smoking and with drinking
But I must be FOOL
For naively thinking
That I could smoke this demon out.
Trapped as I am
In these negative places
I struggle to see the divides
And the spaces
Between what is real and false
My mind is not mine anymore
It’s taken by someone else
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Author:
AmateurSomeone (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2018 05:35
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a first draft, 2nd poem written, I’m not too happy with it so if you have any advice or criticism I’d be happy to hear it
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I think it describes how you feel.Check out my poem NOBODY tht is how I feel all of the time..Tomorrow I'm posting one bout my anxiety.
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