Metaphor

Being stuck in a queue in a shop is how it feels to be depressed. Frustrated and hot but not being able to move if you want to achieve your goal. In this case the goal is life and you must struggle through unless you want to cut out early. Surrounded by strangers, isolated, it’s a nightmare. Those at the front are the lucky ones nearly free from the trauma but the newcomers at the back are the ones who’s struggles have just begun.

Bullet for you

I wonder what it is like to put a bullet in someone
Watch it pierce their veil of skin
And let the crimson waved roll out
I wonder what it is like to watch their body fall to the ground while their soul remains standing
The echoing noise of screams mixing in with my sinister laugh
These thoughts make me wonder whether I would smile when I walked away from your body. I wonder…

What is love?

What is love?
Is it the feeling you get in your stomach
When you see them smile
Or the emptiness you feel
When they have left
Is it when
You memorise every detail about them
Just in case
Or when you never want
To leave their side

What is love?
It is the pain you feel
When they take your soul
And leave you empty
Broken
Ready to die