DepressionA Poem by Luciart - 'Witch' by Trixis
depression is a witch
she follows me around holding my hand but digging her nails into my palm until i bleed she tells me 'pain is comfort' and i believe her depression is a disease but to me, she is a woman with long grey hair and sunken, soul-less eyes her skin is pale adorned with raggedy robes filled with holes lost her home years before found solace in the halls of my heart instead depression is an uninvited guest who refuses to leave she painted the walls black covered the windows with old newspaper bearing headlines of catastrophe their words etch into my skin weigh down my soul slowly, she drags me through the floor removes me from my own body but still, she comforts me depression is the words: 'i know you better than anyone else' until we have merged until her fingers pierce my bones embedded as one
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Added on December 17, 2017Last Updated on July 17, 2020 Tags: depression, mental illness, poem, poetry AuthorLuciAustraliaAboutHello! :3 I love to write prose and poetry. I'm always looking to expand my knowledge and creativity so please feel free to critique my work~ more..Writing
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