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The Hostage

Stifled screams in a black abyss, Heartbeat missing, gone, amiss. Icy moonlight, night- time wake, Pink ones, blue ones, pills to take. Hollow insides, frozen core, Stealthy hidden arms cut raw. Gritty eyes that drown the soul, Flashbacks of a life now stole, Wrapped in loneliness, cradled by fear. Depression has just one prisoner here. The chains that bind you cannot see, Dig in my flesh, destroying me. The sour surrender i should take, Whispers, choices i must make. Too scared to live, too scared to die, Too tired to fight, too tired to try, Endless whirlwinds in my head, Would they stop if i were dead? Someone please throw down a rope, Stop me drowning, help me cope. For death is not the path i choose, Depression wins and i will lose.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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