W o r d V o m i t






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littlesilence
littlesilencejust a small girl tryin to do big things
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For anyone who's a victim or has witnessed depression. Wrote this when I wasn't in a good place in life. It's not much. It's not great. Just thought I'd post it. Opinions, advice and constructive criticism are very much welcomed :)

W o r d V o m i t

Flooded tears and wet cheeks.

Flooded tears and wet cheeks. Gasps for air fill the silence.

Flooded tears and wet cheeks. Gasps for air fill the silence. She’s been like this for weeks.

Flooded tears and wet cheeks. Gasps for air fill the silence. She’s been like this for weeks. It’s hard to see her so quiet.

Why does it hurt?

Why does it hurt? What pain does she feel?

Why does it hurt? What pain does she feel? Her face buried in my shirt.

Why does it hurt? What pain does she feel? Her face buried in my shirt. Vulnerability she tries to conceal.

For she must not show she is weak.

For she must not show she is weak. As selfish as it seems.

For she must not show she is weak. As selfish as it seems. Emotions difficult to unveil and unpick at the seams.

God, how do I help her?

God, how do I help her? No medicine exists.

God, how do I help her? No medicine exists. A remedy only I can dream.

God, how do I help her? No medicine exists. A remedy only I can dream. Her mind’s so empty yet she stirs in her sleep.

God, how do I help her? No medicine exists. A remedy only I can dream. Her mind’s so empty yet she stirs in her sleep. “You’re beautiful”, I tell her.

God, how do I help her? No medicine exists. A remedy only I can dream. Her mind’s so empty yet she stirs in her sleep. “You’re beautiful”, I tell her. Forgotten like her self-esteem.

But with a blade against her wrist,

But with a blade against her wrist, She finds her sweet relief.

But with a blade against her wrist, She finds her sweet relief. Why the fuck would she do this?

But with a blade against her wrist, She finds her sweet relief. Why the fuck would she do this? Shaken.

But with a blade against her wrist, She finds her sweet relief. Why the fuck would she do this? Shaken. Enraged.

But with a blade against her wrist, She finds her sweet relief. Why the fuck would she do this? Shaken. Enraged. I’m in disbelief.

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the melancholic abyss.

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the melancholic abyss. I try to catch her but for some reason I miss.

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the melancholic abyss. I try to catch her but for some reason I miss. Surely, she’s trying.

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the melancholic abyss. I try to catch her but for some reason I miss. Surely, she’s trying. She’s so strong.

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the melancholic abyss. I try to catch her but for some reason I miss. Surely, she’s trying. She’s so strong. I can see.

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the melancholic abyss. I try to catch her but for some reason I miss. Surely, she’s trying. She’s so strong. I can see. But, when she looks in the mirror...

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the melancholic abyss. I try to catch her but for some reason I miss. Surely, she’s trying. She’s so strong. I can see. But, when she looks in the mirror... Reality isn’t real.

She sees...

She sees... nobody

And like a dandelion in the wind,

And like a dandelion in the wind, Her reflection dissipates.

And like a dandelion in the wind, Her reflection dissipates. The self-love was lost...

And like a dandelion in the wind, Her reflection dissipates. The self-love was lost... It is herself who she hates.

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