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[title] => Drowned In Darkness
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[bodytext] => Faster and faster her heart beats Unable to inhale the air she needs. She panics and breaks down Trying to grab onto someone for help But none is around. Alone and scared Her own mind has betrayed her; Struggling to ignore the thoughts that infect her Praying it will soon all end Quickly, silently losing faith Wondering if she’ll ever be the same. Reflecting the past Why did she have to say yes to that ass…? It felt so good the second The weed hit fast. Addicted so blinded She only wanted it to last Day after day she never wanted her high to pass Far away in her own thoughts, her own world Where she felt safe at last. As it slowly numbed her brain Finally it snapped Depression and anxiety teamed up and fought back. Repaying her for the damages of her stupid foolish acts. The world was no longer a friend Her worse enemy in fact. Deteriated she became By her own infected brain As if the devil decided to move in and set up camp Between her eyes and her thoughts Where perception once happily lived. Beauty no longer existed in her newfound hell. People talking she perceived as a fake act Observing her surrounding She felt like an actor Stuck in some movie; Thoughts convincing her life was surreal Nothing again ever seemed real All day and night Releasing her mournful cries Staring strangely at the sky Searching for a God She prayed still existed. Months passed as centuries As she stayed trapped in her darkness Running from doctor to doctor Trying to make them stop this. Telling her its just anxiety There’s nothing to fear Give it time, the depression will heal. Not trusting a single soul To understand what she feels. All faith was lost. Convinced she was ready to end her existence Ready to escape no one but her self... She slowly picked up the knife Believing God would understand And accept her in to the light; She cut away at her flesh Till she bled out her pain To late realizing she lived [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => yaffa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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