I write in blood...: May 2013

Sunday, 5 May 2013

It comes again
the urge to see
the red upon the white.

C: I have spent most of my life feeling unwanted by those around me. This led to a severe depression that I have battled for many years. Now I'm out the other side, I write poetry as a form of therapy to rid me of the dark feelings I accrue. My poetry comes out very dark the majority of the time. Once I've written it, it is as if the feelings have been let free and they don't weigh as heavily on me allowing me to lead a normal life :-) Please leave a comment letting me know what you think of my writing. I'm always looking to improve.

Purgatory

You ask me how I'm feeling I smile and say I'm fine But inside all I'm thinking Is hold it together, don't whine.
Solitude

Once I was a lonely girl Immersed in my own thoughts I spent my time pondering The meaning of this life.
Goodbyes are painful

It's been 6 months and I still miss her. I miss seeing her, speaking to her, texting her, chatting to her etc. I miss the fun times we...
Anxiety and I

There are rules in my head. Rules that suffocate me, Rules that control me, Rules that define me. My anxiety tells me: When I ca...
The scariest thing of all.

Do you know what it's like to be scared? Every day to wonder.
Loneliness is the real killer

It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m sad, I’m angry, and I’m confused. I know that I haven’t been the best friend. I’ve been uncommun...
Am I a misanthrope?

For a few weeks now I've been feeling agitated when I'm around people. I am only at peace when I'm alone and even that peace do...
Depression is an iceberg

Sadness evolves Sadness expands It turns into a sinking ship That hits an iceberg called depression
Red & White

It comes again the urge to see the red upon the white.
Grief consumes me

There is something lacking Within my soul I feel an emptiness Where it should be whole. I know not what I know not why I know not how I can...

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