...How far

By SolApathy

In the darkness of my depression
Left one final impression
Blood on the floor
Couldn’t take it anymore
So many times you said
Depression is in my head
Laughed at everything
I said
Drove me deeper into my belief
Knowing I would never stop suffering
No relief
Tried so hard to hide my hell
Knowing I couldn’t explain
…the drugs couldn’t fix
Doctors couldn’t diagnose
You never understood
How deep the hole can be
An abyss of everything wrong
Playing as one long dejected
Song
Repeating every day
Whispering in your mind
“Why do you stay?”
Today I made a stand
Telling you with my hands
Just how far I’ve gone
Shimmering blade
X-acto will bring my end
Drawing deep
Vertical lines of red begin to creep
Slowly I go so sleep

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Tuesday, March 20, 2018.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

AS the reality of the cold takes hold --I realize my story was never told...
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  • dwells On Saturday, June 9, 2012, dwells (4285)By person wrote:

    X-actly. Very heartfelt piece and sorry to hear you're so down, keep writing and save the blade for the woodworking, cheers!

  • dalphon On Saturday, June 9, 2012, dalphon (70)By person wrote:

    I am upgrading my membership and bookmarking this one. Elegant flow, seeming to push emotion into my understanding... Great Work.


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