This is a poem I wrote in 2007. It shows how trapped in depression I was, which is I think what makes it interesting. It saddens me to see how trapped in depression I was, and also that Christians cast the stink eye at me for being that depressed. Um, Psalms anyone!?!
Silent cries echo upon deaf ears;
a reminder of childhood fears
Resounding silence fills the room...
A whisper of agony, a tale of doom
Crimson scars lined up one by one,
telling a tale of a battle begun
Cerise tears rolling down her arm;
Fighting the enemy of self harm
In a world that no one can see,
An orphan in her own family
A hand reaching out for affection...
and a life going in the wrong direction
A scream that remains unheard,
visions that are tainted and blurred
Fighting a battle against herself;
for no comfort comes from anyone else
A razor cradled in a small hand;
carving a pain only she will understand
A step in the wrong direction;
another imprint, another imperfection
Faded wounds are setting the pace
each moment another step in the race
Finding a moment of shelter and peace
in that time of bittersweet release
And as the clocks chime their last ring,
she lets out her final hushed scream
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