So mad inside, Anger burning brighter than ultra violet, Inside turmoil, Violet light shining bright, Bringing with it the devastation, Weeping for hurt after hurt, Devastation rocks my world, Hurt bringing forth tears.
Category: depression
A Tale That Led to Happiness.
Realization is anything but beautification, It all comes with a price more expensive than daily sacrifice, Sick, standing at the edge, Looking over feeling belly bulge, Down below an end, Is it my end? Step forward and find out, Whispers the voice of my out, Stay and find out, Whispers the voice against out, Two…
Look into My Mirror
Twisted disguise covers my muse, Is it pain, Or, that which amuse, Could it be broken glass, Shredding, cutting leaving the soul, In degraded pain? Looking past tattered soul, Among the mirrored looking glass, Which continues the window of pain, Showing trapped soul, An embodiment of young lad rolling in grass, Who is now a…
The Bipolar Ocean
Making faces in the mirror, Smiling back at me, Personality shining, Looking deep in the ocean of eyes, Breath shaking seeing deep inside, Floating on mental sea of delusion, Rowing hard against waves of depression, Drowning deep underneath the ocean of mania, Bi-polar raging its storm above, Ship creaking under the weight.
Future Moment
Closed eyes drifting in silence, Listening to the echoes of beating heart, Dreaming of long lost dreams, Cast below the water, Into the muck, We become more as we grow, Into the being that takes us further, Past the moment, Into the future, Hold the moment they say, For the future is unclear, Yet, is…
Mad Mother
Knows whats it is like for five minutes to be a father, Knows whats it is like to have child torn away, Knows whats it is like to live ten minutes away, Knows whats it is like not having visiting rights, Knows whats it is like watching offspring grow up far away, Knows whats it…
Soundful Silence
Inside the walls, Screaming aloud, Echos bounce all around, Eons pass, As soul screams, Silence, As dreams drift, Hopes born, Passing into abyss, There alone, Stands I, Surrounded by thought, Countless hours, Of casual eternity, Later, Forever later, Now.
Bad News on the Horizon
Sitting on the chest, Bad news inside, Delivery on the horizon, Waiting on the clock to tick by, Seconds turn to days, While living in a mental health haze, Wondering, what the future holds, Symptoms attack while fumbling in the dark, What else to do, But wait, each day, a horrible wait.
Skeleton Heart Shaped Key
Damn I sit here rage inside my chest, Key, skeleton like, Shapely tool to open my chest wide, Wooden ribs sticking outward, As hand reaches in, Beating heart throbs as the jewel is removed, Treasure thief delving deep within. Riding waves on Jolly Rodger, Chest stored deep within the hold, Skeletons in the closet, Hiding…
Bi-Polar Theater.
Inside the dark walls of my heart I sit, Staring at the thumping walls, Singing to me the emotional turmoil, Mixed over the rocks with tumultuous spirits, Beating for days, Never hitting the correct note.
