Depression.

do you ever wonder what it's like?
i have, a million times over,
but in the end, it's always the same.

the same twisting feeling in your gut,
the tingling of your wrist,
the shaking of your hands; which you've only just realised were weeping for you.

it hurts to know that if i even dare to whisper,
if i dare to scream,
a tsunami of people will crash down upon me,
questioning, judging, hurting.

i fell so hard for the sharp edge of glass,
that sweeps me up in his arms like an old lover,
he makes me feel at home.

he builds walls around my mind,
stitches me up just to rip me open again.
to expose my heart to those who don't deserve it.

i know this is not the way to mend the shattered pieces of my mind,
that crumbles in my own hands.
but it's the only way i know how to cope.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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