Little Dead GirlA Poem by drobFighting depression has many costs
I dont feel alive anymore
This is not my life I have the same space but there is no light I cant breathe because there is to much air And dont tell me I have quit because all I do is care I care about you and our home Just not about me and my life And in that life I see you are trying to hang in there Holding on to every thread until its bare While you think I am letting go I am not I am swinging and crying and fighting with all i have got Its just right now I have got not I dont have the love you deserve Nor the patience you have earned I have anger and venom that attacks you and burns I have tears and regrets for things never done I have this space deep inside thats empty and hollow Where a part of me has already died Her body rotting and destroying my insides What do we do with her, this little dead girl inside Ive tried beating her with little result And appeasing her is to feed the dark Im inside a vacumm just me and her Lets see who will win this turn © 2017 drob |
StatsAuthordrobsavannah, GAAboutI am new to writing, but I love words and what they can do. Not sure I write anything specific some personal things and other silly. I have never let anyone read my things before so I look forward to .. more..Writing
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