Where loneliness stealsMy desire to grow
Empty, I feel
With a mind of stone
Through the wicked storm
Of endless thoughts
That my demons have formed
And my heart has caught
I lay in my bed
Hoping it will pass
I scream at my head
Pleading it won't last
Searching for my inner desires
Nothing, if nothing was
But I am tired
And perhaps a slight fuzz
I wish along a burning star
To rest for a tiny bit
To be heard from cries a far
To simply sit
In quiet silence
With peace of mind
Away from violence
So I can be fine
So I can stay alive
And one day thrive
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haunting tales of depression
PoesiThis collection of poem was written for the main purpose of helping me cope. They speak of depression and mental health ; the harsh reality of a few of us. Perhaps you may relate to them, and begin to feel less alone in your struggles. You are worth...