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I use to walk on a field of daisies.

Now I only walk on broken glass.

I use to smile day by day.

Now the days slowly pass.

The pain flows deep within my soul.

The tears burn my skin.

This heart of mine is breaking.

This whole life of mine is a sin.

The days are getting shittier.

This depression is growing worse.

No one seems to understand.

This will all end with a black hearse.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

The musicality here is a bit iffy in certain areas, but the images and overall message are amazing!

[Jamie]

Such strong words :) Great poem :)

[Mr. Revan]

Lost happiness is reachieved once one bears the treacherous path of depression; it takes some time to rediscover the feeling of joy.

[Muse]

So much beauty and pain behind this writing. You are not alone sweetie. Writing in itself is wonderful therapy. And even the darkest moods can inspire some fantastic writes! My only critique....take off the periods. Its a distraction in the flow of things. The line breaks are all you need to make the reader pause with this kind of poetry. Keep on penning my dear...well done.