Depression
No sleep, the pills I pop my veins dance
with lust, it's a must, my depression grows deeper,
redefined my art, my heart black as tar I have grown apart, my bones de-attach from my soul I have seen souls..
My depression seen holes, why must I cry?
My tears dried out years before I came out..
my future was planned from hand to hand...
My depression, my depression, my depression has no name, I have bent over for the devil as he whispers , "open up" my heart grows weak.
My breast sink , my eyes red with blood stains,
come dance with me as I dress up for the
ball, as Satan calls.
I've lived through the pain and anxiety grows
deeper, my lungs fill up with smoke Satan puts
his hands on my neck I choke.
The nights young as I pull the trigger ,
I pull my head back ;open my mouth ;
pull the trigger but dust comes out.. I live...
I drop to my knees as Satan's pleased..
the pain still there I'm running out of air ;
but still I live...
My depression
Copyright © Autumn Scruggs | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment