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My Release

Painless Hurt

Bluelighter
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Apr 20, 2004
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Help me tear down these walls.
I too weak to break the mold.
I've cried a million tears.
Only for them to be sucked up and spat back at me.
I'm tired of this struggle.
But all I've done is breathe.
They toy with my body and mind.
Making it somehow theirs.
I shelter myself under this.
And this is what I want.
SAve me.
Release the shackles that bound me.
The iron clasp of depression has scarred my heart.
I will be looked at with pity filled eyes.
As they wish they could help.
They cant, they wont.
My release is in you.
My seclusion is within you.
Show me the way.
And take what you were meant to take.
 
Hypocritic minds surround us, so all we can do is ignore. I feel this piece in my core being; depression is my worst enemy and I understand what you convey.
 
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