Liliana EL.


A Time Gone, I Grow


Dark time
Seemingly trapped
Couldn't snap out of it
Or perhaps unwilling to try

Wouldn't accept help
Yet demanded all's help
Lying there wanting to cry

Barely ate
Mind just reeled
Life was on replay
A blur

Endless worrying
Frustration and screaming
And really for no logical reasoning
But some chemicals in my brain out of whack

Came home
Flung myself on the bed
Wouldn't get up
Felt pretty dead

Refused to play wii
Or to watch TV
No games or movies
Would rather fall asleep

Escape this nonsense
Escape this hell

But upon awakening all's still not well

Months or maybe a week had passed
Disoriented, frenzied, but sluggish

But after that, I reflect
And now, I'm better than well

Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013
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