Shitty depression poetry

Dreaming in color.

And thinking of the Tigers, dreaming of the beast.

A self realization so vivid and burning.

Because you felt dead and you're painfully alive.

I wish you were different.

Past and future, collide into present. And worry is what you are.

A plane of normality. And a field of deadened noises and flattened flowers.

A black blade of grass, bending in the freezing cold wind.

Winters howl that screams, and winds its way through my mountains. And settles in the valley of shadows and monsters.

If rain could ever be felt like this.

The world would burn itself alive.

It seems to you I'm alone here.

A saddened boy. Someone left alone. And wandering my landscapes.

But I'm not alone here...

A shadow moves with me. And haunts me. And scares the living hell out of me.

A toothy consuming mouth that stretches over my life and bites down hard.

That wasnt there at birth. I gave breath to it.

I brought in the monstrosity. And birthed my rage, and violent tendencies into it.

And in some cruel twist, it steals my life. And breathes my breath. And sips on my sadness and brings a name to my lonely.

I sought shelter in his arms. And I thought the rain might stop. Rain was never from the skies. But more fell from his face.

And I drank deeply from his cup of sorrow.

I just want to leave. And take all this pain with me.

But I want to be sorry first.

I'm sorry you didn't love me. And that I was such a heavy weight to be burdened with.

Apologies could take all day. But of this I'm sorry most.

I couldn't love myself.

>>>/lit/

>>2973090
its lit famm