![]() Seems ImpossibleA Poem by Ash![]() My experience with depression.![]()
Seems Impossible
By: Ash Martin Tears of crimson fall like rain does when it's pouring outside. Drip,Drip, Drip, the blood floods out of each cut. This numb feeling will kill me in the end. The internal screaming is so overwhelming. Always telling how much I should die everyday. Telling me I deserve intense pain. I don't know how much longer I can take this. When I'm asked if I'm okay, I always say I'm fine. Everyday I think of how I can go into eternal sleep, I'm just so dead inside. I just want to be happy, it seems impossible. © 2019 Ash |
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