Sitting alone
Inside her thoughts
Enveloped by turmoil
Everybody has deserted you
Her thoughts keep telling her
You are ugly and unworthy
The persistent thoughts are relentless
Digging deep into her emotional secrets
Her mind is a whirlpool of nasty thoughts
Spilling venom all over her body, mind and Soul
Her thoughts have overpowered her
In a bid to steal her Soul
Let's stop and listen
For those sobs in the middle of the night
Or those unprovoked tears
Or those unprovoked tears
The subtle changes in mood
The loss of interest
The blank face
Depression is real
Sad poem. It is what happens when one's goes to depression. Nicely crafted poem. Liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true, one of the roads you cannot understand unless you traveled through....