The floor tiles are cold
Underneath my body.
In the bathroom I sit
Leaning on the door,
My head on my knees,
My hands around them.
Pulling them closer.
A feeling of being
Torn wide apart.
Shaking while struggling
To get to some air,
Suppressing the sobs
So that no one hears.
No one knows.
I'm falling apart.
It's midnight.
The tears are wetting
The floor.
Shaking.
Trying to breathe (through the pain).
Crying.
Feeling small.
Broken pieces falling.
Quiet is around.
Unheard sobbing.
That is all.
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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.
