Depression selfhate Poems
Frozen soul
by Joshua Thomas
Down the drain, the blood flows,
Thick like a winter storm, it clogs like the pieces that are missing in my heart
as it fades in out from blackness back to light as my life force slowly leaves me
mesmerized in shock that this is what reality has come to
A blood-soaked ice bath and all the humanly regrets that I wish would flow like my blood down a drain and unclog my mind from this disease that I call my brain.
Frozen soul
by Joshua Thomas
Down the drain, the blood flows,
Thick like a winter storm, it clogs like the pieces that are missing in my heart
as it fades in out from blackness back to light as my life force slowly leaves me
mesmerized in shock that this is what reality has come to
A blood-soaked ice bath and all the humanly regrets that I wish would flow like my blood down a drain and unclog my mind from this disease that I call my brain.
