As I slip into oblivion - poem trigger warning
The pills taste bittersweet on my tongue
How many crisis numbers have I rung?
My depression works the graveyard shift
In the morning my mood shall surly shift
Can you hear my inner demons roar?
Voices that shake me to my core
Pen and paper, my feelings pour
I'm left wanting more and more
"Remember the good times"
I dont need to hear another one of your lines
"Just distract yourself"
But im left weeping on the self
Dear void can you hear me at all?
Please catch me, im about to fall
Hello DryUnseen, that was deep. You have a skill for writing poems.
Sorry for your struggles, I would hope there's something that helps you when "your demons" start asking for your attention. Did you detect a good coping mechanism that could be useful for you?
Could writing poems be one of them?
Sending you good vibes 🤗