Saturday, 3 November 2018

Depression; a poem


At first, it crawls up your spine,
like a bone-chilling breeze.

Then, it crashes over your head,
a tidal wave made of bricks,
it snaps your neck.

Leaves you broken and bleeding.
But not dead.

Not yet.

***

There are people all around,
it's just a normal day.
They can't see the devastation,
they can't see the wreck.

You don't look any different,
your just the same.
It seems.



I wrote this last year but I felt like sharing it today because why not? 
I've got quite a few poems that I've written and have always wanted to share, so what better way than this.

Prepare yerselves fer some emotional poetry!

I hope y'all are well and are having a lovely night, morning, day and evening! :)




  








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