
Writing when in the middle of a long bout of depression can produce some interesting results...'Cloud the mind and torture me...nothing here is real.'
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 107 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-14-06 - id: 2230045
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I've felt a sense of disconnection
Through these last few days.
Getting kinda cold down here
When you travel in a haze.
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Seeing all through distant eyes
And vision edged with black.
Can't stand up on my feet
I fall down upon my back.
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Ringing drowns out the sounds
Your words slur in my ears.
Sit too long on an empty bench
Trembling in fear.
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Rain pours against the sidewalk
It's something I can't feel.
Cloud the mind and torture me
Nothing here is real.
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Struggle for emotions
Just don't forget to breathe.
Plaster the smile on
Hope they never see beneath.
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