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I saw you stand tall in hell.
I saw you during peace, lose yourself.
I saw you trying to preserve your soul, while losing humanity.
I saw you crying, when you knew you lost your sanity.
You said, no one prevails here; just retreat.
But no, no, I don't know what it means.

I feel you being compelled to prevail.
I feel your foundation crumble like eggshells.
I feel you falling in ambiguity.
I feel you drowning in grotesque debauchery.
You said, no one can live here; don't believe.
But no, no, I don't know what it means.

I've watched you dissatisfied with your win.
I've watched your silence grow thin, and turbulence begin.
I've watched you fighting with such strong convictions.
Then, I saw you hiding, even after remission; by your own volition.
You said this ain't what we're here for; we've got it wrong.
But no, no, I don't know what's going on.

And I saw the grass singe, I felt the ground crack, and I watched the people fall.
I saw the clouds grow, I felt the storm come, and I watched the ocean move.
I saw the day end, and I felt life come to a screeching halt, and I watched the shame of all. And you said, oh what a sad day not to be cold.
My logic can't make sense of what's going on.

I saw you stand tall in hell.
I saw you during peace, lose yourself.
I saw you trying to preserve your soul, while losing humanity.
I saw you crying, when you knew you lost your sanity.
You said, no one prevails here; just retreat.
But no, no, I don't know what it means.

2006 Zjien Relician

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression

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Self Worth __ She spends days on end, cutting herself Drowning her sorrows, and living a hell that she plays. over and over again in her brain. She leers at the ceiling, with nothing to give. She lay paralyzed, while she's drenched in her tears, And she plays that hell over and over again in her brain. But a whisper says, my dear if you have the strength to cry, then with all respect my dear, you have to choose to live or die. The will to live is indeed comprised of hurt. Oh where dear, oh where is your self worth? He spends his last days, self righteous in hurt; Playing the game, of who h...

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