Here are the threats again.
Making my pain worse.
I'm again handcuffed to a chain.
Living eternity as a curse.
Everything I touch dies.
Everywhere around me lies.
Wherever I go, they always find me.
Wandering around the world blindly.
They never stop.
They never sleep.
They always chop
And never eat.
They chop away my soul.
Trying to reach their goal.
They want my soul in dark.
Nothing can save me but a spark.
But the spark...it won't come.
If I could only see it some.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Thoughts
PoetryThere are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
