when depression hits

Mar 06, 2006 17:55

"It's always been the same
People talking and chatting along the halls
Of everything I hate.
Fake smiles everywhere you turn
Where hatred was only shown through lies
And everything was an act.
When their true sides emerge through their eyes
Though just a crack
More hidden tears are shut away with
A SLAM to the back of the mind
Within a
Frail bottle that
Can be filled with
More than the oceans but
Less than a life
Of lies.

People expect you to be only one
Way for life.
If you are another
They will begin to
Drift away even if
It was just once.
As they drift, you
Find that your bottle
Starts to frost over
With a thick
Layer of ice that can't
Be melted easily.
And the act becomes
Harder and longer.
Everything that used
To be real becomes
Fake and distant.

As the fake act breaks
The fake kindness slips into
Coldness and the
Fake smiles turn into frowns.
The fake friends turn into real
Enemies that you hate.

The rain pours and rolls off
Your face into frost.
Your once clear joyous eyes
Turn as clear as a mistful
Night with raindrops.
Thoses unknown tears return
As icicles falling off your frosted
Cheeks.

The bottle breaks as you
Fall into a pit of darkness.
Your wings begin to fail as
They disappear from grasp.
Silver tears float as you begin to
Forever find feathers
Fluttering farther from
You, as you hit end
With a rigid
SPLASH.

And with a
Drip of your
Blood and your eyes
Open with
Clouded depression
It was THE END."

(c) Me (WingYan Leung)
So tell me what you think. (:

so much fail, depression strikes

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