
7 is a lucky number. Not enough poems can be written about depression..
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 341 - Published: 04-04-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3010838
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All you want is to be happy
Is that too much to ask?
All you want is love
Is that being too greedy?
At the mercy of depression
Begging it to end
But it doesn't want to
It has control
Spinning your thoughts
Into a web
It is the puppet master
All you can do is obey
And wait for someone to cut the strings
Concentrating on that little light
In a room filled with darkness
Giving you hope
Helping you live on
But the light is fading
What will you have once it is gone?
You are being guided
Deeper into the maze
Chance of escaping
Grows slim
Believing that someone
Might eventually come
Guide you forever out of the maze
But what do you do if they don't come?
Does anyone care enough to help?
People see what they want to see
Regardless of the pain shown to them
Lives taken
That could otherwise have been saved
Faith for the future
Fading fast
It was on a chain
That broke
A wild animal
That now attacks you
You try to get away
Only to be attacked again
Not being let go
Of the grasp
It is feeding on your fear
Screams are music to its ears
Drinking your tears
Truth is being poisoned
Your entire mind
Has been poisoned
Your soul
Is already gone
Been sold to the grave
You mind and body
Property of the dark
You have been asleep
For so long
To the world
Trying to remember
Who you really are
Your true self
Becoming harder and harder to reach
As it fades away
The piano
Plays in the background
A body
Covered in blood
Lifeless and cold
Light faded from the eyes
Long before death
A scream
They have been found
It is too late
They cannot be saved
Pain is almost never seen
Hidden away
From the eyes
When seen
Ignored it usually is
Seeing what we want to see
Hearing what we want to hear
What has happened to this world?
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