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Depression

It's dark here
The screams of a life not lived
Of all the possibilities unfullfiled
Ripping and tearing at your ears
The suffocating smoke thats wrapping itself around your throat
Is only your dreams being engulfed in flames

What is this place?
Why does each step further feel like your soul is being ravaged?
Where is everyone?
Who will save you?

The air is too heavy here
It's dragging you to your knees
Scrapping them off this rough jagged floor
You're crawling now
Frantically searching for the exit
The way out of this room of horror

You're bleeding now
You're screaming now
No one can hear you
Why can't anyone hear you?

You're struggling to stand
Weakly bumping your bone white fists
Against the walls of this cage

Surely someone will let you out, right?
Wrong.

The voices start;
You're not good enough.
Why would anyone care about you?
You're a failue.
Your Mother is ashamed of you.
Your family hates you.
You have no friends.

Thats it.
Believe the voice
It's been the only constant in your life right?
Why would it steer you wrong?

Take your fathers perscription pills out of your pocket
Chug that bottle like you're at a frat party
Let the pills make the pain go away again

You find yourself asking questions
Why has no one ever saved you?
Why is it always you in this room,
Again and again everyday?

Sweetie, this is a prison
Of your own making
This is your own insecurities stalking you in the darkness you belief is your heart
It's all in your mind
This is depression
This is guilt
This is pain
This is emotions

Open your eyes
Do you see?
Can you comprehend?
All these outreached hands
Are you for

You were never abandoned
Or forsaken
We've all been here
Every step of the way

While you stumbled blind in a sea of hurt
We tried our best to pick you up
Dust you off
While you foamed at the mouth
And bit at our hands
We've never left your side
We never let you be alone

Please remember the next time
Your trap door opens and swallows you whole
I am your sister
I am your salvation
Because you're my universe
You're my best friend

Let me rest my hand on your back
And lead you to the light
I know you'll fall
I know we'll both bleed
Lean on me
I'll lend you all my strength
I'll give you my last breath
I'll fight with you
For you
Against you

Please..
Come back..
Oh god..
Please..
Give me my sister back

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Comments

I don't care much for verso libre, but this is special. I love the length. Too often poets are afraid to write something of size.
I'm manic depressive, so I relate to much of what you wrote.
I hope this is fiction and not your reality.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I second Wes's opinion. Hope this is fiction.

Rise and break free
from the hellish chains
that drags your soul
to the womb of oblivion.

May love be the wings
that lead you to hope.
Salvation is not lost
if you dare to believe.

Take my hand, my friend
together we ascend
to reach for our dreams
with the blessings of heavens

Alid

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