poison
im addicted to things
that
poison
me.
poison that releases
my brain into a
state
of
euphoria.
temporary happiness
that leaves permanent scars.
your words are poetry
your voice is a melody
and we are in harmony
There is a bottomless
pit in my heavy chest,
and my paranoid eyes
keep me alert with no rest.
I am nothing big, just
another person or even less.
How can someone so
insignificant be in such
a mess?
I feel so incredibly pathetic.
I want to constantly want to apologize for not being able to be there for you, because my situation and my own problems prevent me from doing so. You deserve so much, and I feel that I can never repay you for what you’ve done for me. I just want to disappear from your life, because I’m just a burden to you.
Your lovely scent lingers
in my mind
and, I long for our fingers
to be intertwined
My calloused fingers strum the brass strings;
the music plays as my heart sings.
My shaky fingers
push hard on the
rough frets, as my
other set of fingers
strum against the
blood-stained
brass strings.
Calloused, they
pushed through the
strings, constantly
on the rhythm of my
my fragile breathing
and my heavy heart.
Each chord and melody
awakens your soul
and revives your
broken spirit.
I miss you.
Ana
She
was an old friend
and an old enemy.
I was afraid to go
down this road,
because I was afraid
I’d run into her.
But when I saw her,
she was a pleasant
voice, and I embraced her.
She gave me promises
and encouragement
as sweet as cherries.
Her cherry words were
an emptiness in my
stomach,and I feel my
body fighting myself.
There’s peace in the air,
but deep inside rages a war.
I can’t breathe.
She
has a hold
of me.
Fighting depression
is like being lost in the dark,
because you don’t know
where to start
