Pray

I tried to kill all the parts in me that loved him. I tried to understand the lesson he taught me. I tried moving on. I tried to love the distance. But the ache swells.

Homeless

Where do I put the love?

Fog

They care not while I rot.

Death

Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.

Sun and Moon

I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.

Awareness

Awake to reason

Netherworld

A poem about the devil in hell or about depression. Depression IS hell.

Black Rose

Everything dies, even love.

Lived and Learned

All the things I've done and want to do. Truth is, I only want you. A tragic poem which contains an ounce of hope. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy. 😊

Event Horizon

I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.

Anxiety

A poem about anxiety cuz it's always on our tail!!!

Home

Home is where the heart is

Woken

the sleeping vampire has awoken

Ingredients for Ruin

How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)

Rejection

A poem about rejection

Seek Me, See Me Not

What you want is right before your eyes...

Ten After Sunset

a narcissist never sleeps

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The Best Things In Life Aren’t Free

A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.

Epitaph

And there upon my epitaph shall say, "died in the womb", for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb. © Delia Ross. 2019

Chasing Ghosts

We've been lost on the same road Making circles back again We've been chasing all the ghost Who will destroy us in the end Along the way we have passed Pretending each were a friend How long can we last Avoiding roads full of sin What test do we pass Where does the road to … Continue reading Chasing Ghosts

A Chapter Yet Filled

Who here desire that love be all one needs? Surely, I say not for me. Though love proves a clever disguise, Love does not make one wise. It preys upon the weak The mere beauty only, For purity it speaks. And I a blossom yet to bloom, This cold entraps and seals my wounds. I … Continue reading A Chapter Yet Filled

Apathy

I have but apathy to loan Where once a heart of gold Now all but shades of stone The clouds a frown The dirt my home I am but a shadow more The frost withered on the grass A sound upon shattered glass A wall without a door © Delia Ross. 2018 Find me on: … Continue reading Apathy

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