despairA Poem by audrey horne
You never really tell anyone how you feel.
If you could find the words to properly describe it, that black hole that lives inside you, you would frighten them. The truth is that you swallow glass every day. you feel as if the whole world has gone stale, it's grey while everyone else is seeing color. That's the simple part. The scary part is how often you day dream of dying. It floats into your thoughts without warning, the passing car the empty bridge the medicine cabinet. You are filled with despair so regularly, that you absorb it like water. It seeps in through your skin, you use it to brush you teeth, to wash you hair. Suddenly, you don't know how to live without it.
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6 Reviews Added on February 6, 2015 Last Updated on February 6, 2015 Tags: depression, despair, suicide, mental illness Authoraudrey horneHalifax, Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutaspiring writer, hopeless student, romantic dreamer. more..Writing
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