![]() My DepressionA Poem by Scarlett D. Freeman![]() This piece is about my depression and dark thoughts I battle with. Also an attempted OD experience I had.![]()
No matter how loud I scream, no one can hear me
For it's only me that listens, when I scream The noises, voices, arguing ever so loud All I want, is for this to just come out Even with all this going on I'm sitting still, quiet and motionless the whole time There's a fight, A fight going on the inside Clawing, scratching, gnawing biting not even bothering to hide It's there, always there biding it's time Trying to ambuscade me, with it's forked tounge, Whispering silk words of wine, reassuring false promises, that everything will be just fine Hush...quiet...it's easy...I promise... We're just going to sleep Asleep so eternal, asleep so deep Well anyone care...? Or know...? Or even miss me Was it them...No, I say it was all me you see I lied, I cheated, I stole, I lived wrongly I burned on my bridges, all down to the seams This is My punishment doomed to what is deemed I take a breath, then another drag Body tingles all over, heart speeds up a tad This euphoria feeling, seems is all that I have I take another hit, my conscience starting to feel bad Avoid being sober, reminds me of what I once had I smoke and I smoke until my mind goes black Memories float around, like the crystals that I smoke, I lean in for another, maybe one more toke Feeling sequestered, on this tenebrous night With a slow acquaintance, I lay down with no more fight My eyes flutter, bellicose no longer in sight The fight I have no more, no more on the inside Memories and images, short burst and flash I see my future, present and past My heart slows, maybe skipped a beat I know..it's coming... ostensibly to be My family the last thing that I see, a feeling of halcyon studiedly came over me My wife, with her pneumatic stare Well indelibly, always be there As my eyes closed, no longer truculent Then intriguing feeling of a fuzzy head, barely able to articulate or even move off the bed I try to speak, my words a slur I look around to see, my environment of blur The voices whisper, again to reassure My demons adulation, keeping me deterred The feeling of Manumitting, things that can't be undone With pale skin, teary eyes and a swan song to be Sung I had to do this, I felt it needed to be done No one will care, no one will cry She won't even blink, nor bat an eye For everyone is better off, without me in their lives I slowly fade away, preparing for my final night This is it, The last of my derisive life Consciousness fades, silence mitigates my mind Draped in deaths, black cold vestiary I think to myself, this is it....This is the end, I never even said goodbye Enveloping emptiness swallows me whole, until there's nothing left not even my soul © 2025 Scarlett D. Freeman |
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Added on February 15, 2025 Last Updated on February 18, 2025 Author![]() Scarlett D. FreemanBrevard, NCAbout34 years old. Transgender female. I wrote poems and short stories. In the middle of making a short story book. Written in prose poem form with Gothic literature into a short story. more..Writing
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