Numbness of the Darkness
Depression is a dark subject but sadly suffering from depression and knowing the feeling it can inflict as well as how suddenly it can return its a daily struggle to not let it win
Let me lay on the ground while my tears pour down my face
my chest pained so badly , so deeply
by my heart that's unable to shield me and protect me any longer
as the shattering shards of my heart slip apart
floating freely within my chest
my throat tightening from my shattered heart
as air barely makes it to my lungs , tight whimpers of breath
filled with hurt and disappointment .
No one will truly understand the effects of this depression
its shadowy claw-like hand, a shattering reminder
that I'm alone and quickly undone by its grip.
One last deep breath as I close my eyes once again
hoping the pain will fade , that it will just disappear like it once did before
or that floor will be my grave so I can fade fully into the darkness of this ever numb emotionless pit
but sadly I do not, I remain on the edge, between living and death
emotionless and numb, living each day in a shadow form of myself
a robotic death trying to get through each day
but crumbling within
watching dreams and hopes ripped apart.
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