Standing in the rain, I lift my head up,
Letting the water droplets hit my face.
Feeling the cold wrap itself around me.
I welcome it.
The dark, grey clouds are the only things that are close to how I feel.
But I'm okay with.
I'm used to it.
My heart clenches as the memories flash before me.
The beatings.
The screaming.
The pleadings.
I bite my lips.
My eyes sting painfully.
But I'm too deeply consumed in my mind to know what's happening.
A choked sob escaping my lips, bring me back to reality.
I feel something trickling down my pale cheeks.
I raise my hands slowly and touch my cheeks.
I bring my hands back down.
And look at my fingers in shock because of the substance on it.
Tears.
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Drunk with depression
PoetryThis isn't really a book. But rather a series of poems. Trigger Warnings: Suicide, Depression, self harm All rights reserved. I do not own any of the images in the book!
