Crossed Fingers

This is about when you're so deep in depression that it becomes an addiction

I'm turning back outside away from you

Just a rapid infinite loop of walls again

And I know that it's true it's hard for anyone

Still it's tempting and elating and you're still apart

Falling down and hear it voice to me

You are long and gone and can't redeem

I can finally believe that it hits me like a train

Crossed fingers, hoping I can bleed my hands with me

Crossing lies, it is just my high 

Shallow eye, it's the strive that makes me helpless

Slowly sane, I am dead inside

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Wow! So sad, depression is unbelievable and so destructive.
My mom deals with it and it eats her from the inside out. Great write!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Rana Adalwolfa Simon]

There is some great work here. Perhaps it is just the lack of punctuation (commas and periods), but the beauty got me to the end, not the story, and that was disappointing for me. I want to have just a hint of understanding, to sympathize with the narrator of this piece. Perhaps that isn't the point of your piece. Perhaps this would only be properly understood by the person the narrator is talking to, but in that case I think the reader needs more structure to follow; again, perhaps it's the missing punctuation that does it to me. It's going on something wonderful, but I don't think it's quite there yet.

[Project Mayhem]

I wrote this when I was in class and I did try too hard. I usually toss some of these later on if I figure out something better

[Rana Adalwolfa Simon]

I try to keep a scraps pile or folder around. I make is a writing exercise to grab an old piece and redo it. I think this would be a perfect choice for a 'come back later' work.