Walking In Darkness

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Lite Creative

Submitted: August 05, 2016

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Submitted: August 05, 2016



I look fine,

But inside I'm dying,

I may look happy,

But inside I'm crying.


You think I joke,

But what I say is real,

You may think my mind's in regression,

But that's the side effect of depression.


My eyes are covered,

My minds gone dark,

The devil guides my steps,

And leads me deeper into darkness.


The past is haunting me,

It's trying to take me whole,

My mind is no longer mine,

It belongs to my inner hell.


My depression's now in session,

And it has another lesson,

It's teaching me to doubt myself,

It's taking me hostage.


The reaper has taken my hand,

He is leading me deeper,

He says he won't let go,

I am losing this battle.


I need help,

Someone that can pull me out,

Out of the depths of my mind,

And back into reality.


I no longer leave footsteps,

For my fears are carrying me,

They won't let go yet,

I really need help.


To write about hem,

Takes away their power,

But sometimes it's the stem,

That'll make the tallest tower.


There is no outpost,

There is no safety harness,

I am in here lost,

Walking in the darkness.

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