Understanding Depressions Grip by fireair720, literature
Understanding Depressions Grip
Though unwelcomed it creeps through my senses, Every now and then
Taking over my very being, I can not control it on how or when
My energy is lost, as if I have spent so many nights awake
A prisoner within myself, where I am lost within my own ache
Always fighting against the tears that haunt my very eyes
Living a fools life, as I know that they are but lies
With no true reason, no real cause be known
A waiting game begins, my life I must postpone
My lungs restricting, suffocating as the walls close in
Wishing for a blade against my flesh, but alas it is a sin
No being close enough to hear my silent cries
The fear of being so alon
A kiss is a promise, easily broken.
A hug is a lie, always unspoken.
A touch is fragile, so quickly taken.
A smile is elusive, so soon forsaken.
A friend is a person who betrays you slowly.
A lover is a person who treats you as lowly.
An equal is a person who doesnt exist.
A mentor is someone better than this.
A life is brittle, unfairly crushed.
A funeral is a rite, so long untouched.
A death is a milestone, so often passed.
A life is something that can never last.
So take the promises even if they break.
Hold onto illusions despite that theyre fake.
Remember betrayal because before it was trust.
Remember the touch