It haunts me, til my bitter end.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This little story is, a blast of energy that we call depression .

Submitted: August 13, 2012

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Sometimes.

Sometimes, the night sky feels as its never been darker, with the feeling of darkness spilling out of my well being. It reveals its self at the time of night fall,it’s a monster at it’s finest, Creeping..treading..prowling..waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Eating away at my willingness to feel, taking my excitement and turning it into darkness, Stealing my confidence and taking all that’s left, stabbing my happiness and watching it bleed black. Sitting in the chair across the room, watching me suffer,feeding off my misery,watching me destroy myself. 

the silence is slicing me open, day by day,night by night.


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