Poems from csecrease12
Living with depression
is like watching people around you
breathing but instead
your blue lips inhale
wordw of self - hatred
and you know...
11:59 p.m.
in one minute, or
sixty seconds, or
sixty thousand milliseconds,
today will be gone
and today will be yesterday and
tomorrow...
Recovery
something beautiful
and yet so chaotic,
words sweal
forming memories
thoughts
Recovery
seen as negative,
reminder of what we...
I see it there, a beautiful rose,
though now only a tiny green bud shows.
It will slowly blossom into an elegant flower,
that represents...
White Daisy,
so delicate
so pure of touch.
Deadly promises
and broken ways
turned your
once pure soul dark.
What created
the blackness
now...