The Pain Inside
It is like darkness, devouring, the essence of your existence.
It is like drowning, endlessly, without any means of an escape.
It is a scorching, blistering, persistent feeling within your anatomy.
It is as if you can sense your heart being smothered by some discarded plastic bag.
It is a nauseating sentiment, a hopeless, helpless mess.
It is crying without tears, and yelling without words, completely muted.
The pain inside, cannot be healed,
it cannot be described.
It can only be felt.
By how many, I am unsure.
All that I am sure of, is that this,
this is pure torment,
constantly being one meltdown away from impending doom.
This is ... the pain inside.
This is depression.
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Poetry In Progress by A.SC
PoetryPoetry Collection Poetry is only as deep as your pain and as dark as your thoughts. Poetry in Progress is the first poetry collection to be published by A. SC. Most of the poetry within this collection is deep and dark with themes such as depression...
