These feelings & emotions 

Feel as if they are Infused inside, 
A depressed state of mind  
Discovering myself is the hardest rhyme, 
I drown in every hide tide 
Never able to win 
Restraining the pain within
My blood drys thin
Noise mutters from the hells next door 
Waves crashing at the shore 
Of my brittle skin 
Crying on the edges of hell  
A heart that can't mend 
Handling what I can't hold in 
I swallow down my sins

©2016 Isabella Proe