The darkest hours

My lungs hurt

From the silent screams,

My tears burn

From all the broken dreams.

My body aches

From yearning for home,

My mind is disorientated

From fading into the unknown.

My eyes cannot focus

From the blinding of lights,

My nerves are shattered

From the wars at night.

My heart is lost

Because it never found a home,

My energy is a ghost

Pacing around different zones.

My skin has aged

From all the stress,

My hair is unbrushed

I am a mess.

Thereโ€™s a dark cloud

Following me around,

I can feel the abyss

Burying me into the ground.

Depression came

And it conquered

I donโ€™t recognise this girl

And my days feel numbered.

All I wanted

Was someone to understand,

To see me and hear me

Just hold my hand.



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10 Responses to The darkest hours

  1. powerful stuff ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. The hand it always is
    the wave the shake
    the touch the hold
    the reaching out
    the letting go

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  4. Simon says:

    Understanding is the home we struggle to find and in stead are left with the sandtimer of our lives to appreciate fully and forced to dance in the rain of our storms ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. utahan15 says:

    dry that is
    why we cry
    from within

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