My Depression

by Love   Jan 5, 2020


My depression has no face,
But, it has a name.

It lies underneath my skin,
Crawling in a wake of bees,
Waiting to sting my skin.

Run away.

Run away.

For it too,
Seeks comfort in your pain.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Woah. This hit hard and so much of it feels familiar. How true it is that depression doesn't have a face but it waits in ambush, and we try to stave off the way it latches onto us, because then, it becomes what we know. And it's hard to shake off that shadow.

    Keep writing!

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