Depression
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Corpse
That night when you left me,
You've unknowingly condemned me
To a life of resentment and anger
To a life of deep-seated melancholy
You, condemned me, to a life
Of living death.
Sorrow
the barriers surrounding me
crashed around my very ears,
leaving me with a slight ringing in my ears.
I was curled up in the corner sobbing,
always sobbing
I can't seem to stop it from ever
escaping
flowing
It fell, and splattered everywhere,
leaving behind a wet mess
A horrible mess, I am a
mess
broken
shattered
No mattered how hard I tried,
I could not seem to put them back together,
They turned shambles in my hands,
at the slightest touch,
it…broke.
I no longer dare
fantasies of ever coming back
I am no longer…
no longer
the happy girl
they have known me as
I am
I can't seem to hold back any longer…
I let it all out, everything
I let myself be drowned until
the neck in my sorrows
Till I was dead to the world;
Till I was dead to my soul,
Till I was nothing but a
tattered
weeping
victim of sorrow
that was
trapped,
shackled,
within the chains
Of a slowly maddening mind
trapped to suffer
…alone…
trapped forever
You have condemned me, my body, my soul, my will
Forever to live a life of living death.
Abandonment
It's been too long
the silence
was deafening
None of them had come to
console me, fix me,
They've all abandoned me,
left me to rot
hatred
despair
resignation
They blanketed me, shrouded me,
I felt myself sinking further down,
till I was far down below,
far down down below
till the surface was no longer within my sights.
Hopeless
There was no longer a
flicker of hope within me,
It seemed to have sizzled and died the moment
he left
Along with the pain of love I've hold out
for him
He took it,
he played with it,
he left me
As darkness took hold of my very being,
I felt the numbing sensation
Traveling up my spine
wet and unwelcomed
The light seems far away now,
from where I'm standing,
It now resemble nothing more than
a distant fantasy,
Pushed, shoved aside to the
farthest dark recesses of my mind,
Where it now mumbles incoherent thoughts
as it stayed there
Irrevocably broken.
Existing
...I wonder sometimes,
why I was made to
exist
breathe
talk
To be born in the world that had thrown me a dart I could never have dodged...
Darkness
There was a loud knock at the door,
but I made no move to open it,
I was far too gone,
too deep
too drenched
in the gushing falls of my sorrows,
I hear nothing
I see nothing
I feel nothing
I can't help be
Nothing
The knocking continued,
but I paid it no mind,
to loss in my own swirl of inner thoughts,
Everything I saw was
dark
cold
unfeeling
Just like him.
Everything I hear was
devoid,
senseless,
emotionless
Just like him.
Everything I felt, the
fear
resignation
depression
I lost the light, my happiness, my strength
he sapped me of it
he turned me into this
the tingling sensation was returning
It's numbing my mind
it'…it's…soothing…
I closed my eyes, and again I fall till I was far below,
far from where the light dwells,
Into darkness,
Embracing it
Memories
Time was an un-relative concept for me
Months could've passed, I wouldn't even take notice.
It escaped me for how long I had barricaded myself away from the
light
outside
friends
family
The thought of the world beyond my solitude was a mere memory now,
a distant memory
It was there, somewhere
in the back of my mind,
moving and circling restlessly, waiting
For me to grasp it with both hands, holding tight.
Knocking
I stirred awake from my fitful slumber
the knocking was back, relentless as ever.
I did not want to move.
I did not want to answer it.
I lay there, still,
waiting for the knocking to cease,
and leave me at peace
But the knocking did not stop as time passed by...
Knock knock knock knock knock…
The knocking never ceased
it did not stop
why doesn't it stop?
Knock knock knock knock knock…
It was a never-ending rhythm
it did not stop, it did not changed
not once
It remained constant.
Knock knock knock knock knock…
It slowly driving me insane,
making me slip into madness at times
I
whimpered
screamed
want it to stop
I want it all…to stop…
I sobbed, it was unending torture
I want it to stop.
Knock knock knock knock knock…
'Leave me alone! P-please j-just l-leave me be!'
it was scaring me…it didn't stop…
Not once.
Not Ever.
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A/N: Written in Haruno Sakura's point of view. Poem reflects my darker expectations of what damage Uchiha Sasuke had wrought on her mind when he left her on that bench, heartbroken. This poem is written in when I was younger and my style have been slightly refined since then. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed slugging through this swamp of anguish, self-destruction and depression.
Thank you for your kind attention and reviews.
-The Last Deathly Guardian