Poems from eli.winter
I am a book-lover with depression and social anxiety. Writing poetry is how I vent and process things.
WhiteSoftStuffedBlue eyes mirror my ownMy guard through the nightPuppyBrownLong raven hair lays with blondSmile so wide it crinkles merry...
He stands in the cornerShade a shadow of black thoughts in my headDraws weights in my skin drawing out
Dredges of depression from the...
Wait
Slow it down
Stop
Let my mind catch up
Ache
Something missing
Burn
My lungs squeeze helplessly
Are you even real?
So far
You are
Away...
Muted grey
Shades of pain
Blurry sneers
My arms stretched out
Coils freeze on my limbs
Hanging above soulless concrete
Clearly I cannot see...
I'd rather set myself on fire
Then listen to you anymore
I'd rather burn and scream in hot agony
Then sit in silence feeling the opposite...