The Ship of Depression
In the morning i always am mourning for the one person I miss the most.
I've lost sleep during the night, I was crying and now my eyes are puffy and i am unable to see things that i want to see.
I feel melaochy and I don't know why, I feel like I have NO LOVE to give. I feel Sunken in a ship where No one can get to me because I've sailed so far away.
My chest starts to hurt, my lungs are callapsing of the air, my heart has turned to stone, and No one can get me out of this deep shit.
I cant breathe, theres no air around me. I try to scream, but water is filling up my mouth. I'm drowning and PEOPLE ARE LAUGHING, and people are laughing.
Tears are rolling down my cheek, I am quiet now cause I know where I am. I turn around and see my dad.
My DEPRESSION is LIFTED! I dont feel melaochy anymore, because I know where I am. Everything is back the way it was, and i hug my dad again. I wake up and start all over again.
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therealpoet2117
Poetry is how i get away. Whenever i need to stop thinking about something or someone i go straight to my poetry, and write how i feel. My poetry is made up of free verse most of the time. I say alot of deep things that i want people to hear. so if your a poet like me and if you like reading other peoples poetry and encouraging them with it. Be my guest and feel what i feel. I AM THE POET, and I WONT STOP. Not now not ever.
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