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Chloe Hercus Poem
Depression
Its darkness.
A cold embrace,
An old friend.
It welcomes me,
like a lighthouse after a tragic storm.
I feel her claws like a deceiving caress
Her words drown me in blanket of numbness
Bitterness maws at me like a rabid wolf
I sleep
I eat
I sleep again.
Praying she doesn’t invade my dreams.
Too late.
Grades drop faster than silence after I tell someone I’m struggling.
“But you’re so happy?”
The mask I wear effective.
So effective I can’t breathe.
I’m strangled.
Ambition is an estranged family member
She doesn’t call. She doesn’t care.
I feel the optimism leave me like a dog let off a leash
The motivation drain from me like blood by a leech
I drown
I drown
I drown
And everyone is none the wiser
Depression is a mistress
Sneaky and seductive
And I,
I am her forbidden lover.
Copyright © chloe hercus | Year Posted 2025
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Chloe Hercus Poem
crying isnt enough
the fire that burns within is hot and heavy
salty tears cannot fix this.
venom laces with my blood and my veins are on fire.
the dangerous stream that falls down my face isn't from sadness...
my blood boils
my fists clench
i scream.
tears aren't always sad.
they're happy,
they're excited,
theyre humorous.
they're fake..?
and yet mine are livid
tears are deceiving.
shapeshifting
and yet a mirror
they transform a persons demeanour
yet they provide a window to the soul.
my tears are livid.
I am livid.
let them see the wildfire they created.
if tears are a window let them see the embers burning bright in the depths of my darkness.
my tears are my release and they think me weak for it.
but this time it's not enough.
not enough.
never enough.
i am livid.
i am outraged.
i am betrayed.
if tears are a window let them see how they broke me.
let them see the walls that build faster than their words fall.
my mother told me 'sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you.'
she was wrong.
let her use my window to see my despair.
my yearning for understanding.
if tears are shapeshifting let them swallow me whole.
for betrayal has numbed my senses and suddenly i yearn for the happy and humorous tears.
Copyright © chloe hercus | Year Posted 2025
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