by deeplydesturbed May 27, 2016
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
Today I don't want to move, I want to stay in bed. The dark circles under my eyes, and the throbbing in my head. Not sleeping is not a wise choice, but I didn't want to face my dreams. They seem to be darker, scarier, reminders of the past. Instead I drank away the night, then just lay down in bed. Crying until early morning, I can't do this any more. Watching the shadows of the fire, dancing on the floor. I have to stop cutting, bleeding, it's leaving your heart sore. |
by Marvellous
Addiction, can sure be messy. At the feet of mercy, there's hope. |
Thanks Marvelous, but Its not really addiction to anything. its a battle of depression. one i face on a daily basis as i have for years. |
by Em
Great rhythm and flow. |
Thanks Em |
by Em
Great rhythm and flow. |
by Em
Great rhythm and flow. |
by Em
Great rhythm and flow. |