Depression

The Sad and Ugly Truth



Pain… I’m not talking about physical pain; I’m talking about emotional and upsetting pain. It’s not something u can just shrug off your shoulders and carry on with. u don’t usually get over it in a whistle. It takes time… time u don’t always have. u want a holiday alone where u can be alone and cry. u just have complications such as school, work, children and family… all things u have to handle. I often envy Death. Death feels no pain; I’d rather be Death than have to stare him in the face. Emotional pain isn’t something u can get rid...

Long ago,
Just like a hearse,
You died to get in again,
We are, so far from you...

Burning on,
Just like a match,
You strike to incinerate the LIVES,
Of everyone u KNEW,

And what's the worst u take?
From every hart-, hart u BREAK?
And like a blade u stain,
We'll I've been HOLDING ON, tonight,

What's the WORST thing I COULD SAY?
Things are BETTER if I STAY,
So long, and Goodnight,
So long, and Goodnight...

Came a time,
When every starfall,
Brought the tears again,
We are the EVERY HURT u SOLD,

And what's the worst u take?
From every hart-, hart u BREAK?
And like a blade u stain,
We'll I've been HOLDING ON, tonight,...

Screaming.
She listens as it echos through her ears, consuming her every sound.
Blocking out reality, her nightmares some to life.
She fights back the screams with the screams of her wrists.
She silences the echoing with the echo of her blood drip.

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Reality is her nightmare, her dreams are her peace.
haunted door blocked memories of her mind, she sleeps away time.
Till dag break her terrors come alive,
she'll walk in reality but wish to die.

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Alone, she counts the endless roze marks on her skin;
all created door knives, fire, razors, and pin.
Every night she asks her...