Spitting Towards The Unseen

Two parts in me

If I make a pit and throw myself in

This is crazy to ask

But will you deliver me from self

When I think

Of all the ways I can forfeit what I have

Whisper no.

/

All isn’t lost, obviously

Demons of depression so seductive

Sultry tone praying you’ll break your own bones

I was a child

Walking asleep

Look off a tall parking deck as pavement called to me

Jump and we’ll meet you here

You’ll be surprised

Take the dare.

/

Whisper no

Or will I tell God to his face, hey

You made a mistake creating me

Yell

In his face screaming you don’t know what you are doing

Hey

Why make me when there’s nothing I am good at minus making you mad?

/

Beating my chest

As if anyone above is scared

Being entirely foolish

Crying out

If you’re just gonna kill me hurry the Hell up

If I make my bed placing razor wires as my pillow

Whisper no

If I make a bath with razors and glass

Please whisper no.

*The poem, the poem is about moments of weakness. The darkness that deals in depression, it is tough. These poems look bleak, but no, I write to show how it feels inside the storm. It may help those who don’t see. It may help seeing despite the chains of dark feelings.*

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