He knows the way he’s perceived, he dies to see the way he seems, knowing it’s truly not what’s in his soul.
Tells himself it’s not truly him, that hes better, but in time even he begins to loose hope in himself.
Darker the night, darker the mind.
Depression grows in the dark.
Escaping with smiles.
Smiles by day, tears by night.
Believes he’s brilliant, only to realize it’s merely a glorified self image.
I’m not a poet just a hurting heart that needs to speak
Poetry, ambiguous words of the mind to tell of one’s self while never speaking of one’s self.
Sometimes the cruelest people lie inside your own mind.
Even a full man can starve, maybe not for food, but love, words, attention.
Depth always lead one to regret
No one wants to stay when they know
The past never leaves, it merely hides.
Depth leads to departure
It eventually catches us all.
Slowly we escape its grips, but not all can stay away.
The bottle never judges
Always coming back to this Point in the story… I’m ready to escape it, I want to forget it, I want to let go of it.
The loneliest battle that so many fight
When one is in a dark place, they choose the option to see the light.
The mind is a garden, and in some darkness grows.
Speak to one’s self so no one knows your pain and weakness
-Slowly feeling it lift.
-Bleeding depression through words.
-And it’s gone.