Salvi
July 30th, 2012, 01:05 AM
here is a poem i wrote when i was feeling depressed recently(right now)
When I walk down the street I feel the stares of people pierce my skin like push pins drilling deep through the bone through the soul slowly killing me… and I fear going out and walking, scare of the false perceptions they have of me, and I pray to the fates to cut my string to set me free from the suffering but I'm still here…inhaling the oxygen in exhaling food for the plants to eat.
When I walk down the street I feel the stares of people pierce my skin like push pins drilling deep through the bone through the soul slowly killing me… and I fear going out and walking, scare of the false perceptions they have of me, and I pray to the fates to cut my string to set me free from the suffering but I'm still here…inhaling the oxygen in exhaling food for the plants to eat.