Scars

The scars on my veins a reminder of pain
The courage just to continue each day
Cuz living with depression is living under chain
You may call me crazy but I’m rather quite sane

The days are heavy and I haven’t any strength
Every foot forward the deeper I sink
The treatments are barbaric and push me to the brink
Every other year I’ve got another kind of shrink

© Delia Ross. 2020

Sending some love hehe (in case you forgots)
Hi’s
I had therapy today and I don’t regret it.
My first ponytail since the 1600s. Some of my biggest mistakes were haircuts. And ponytails?

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Cowering

He’ll die a hundred times before his death
He’ll stand a coward as he holds his breath
He’s never loved but that’s my guess
Misunderstood and second-best

© Delia Ross. 2020


Look, I don’t think he is second-best but I believe he does and so he cowers into the man he will never be. It’s easier for him to die than it is to step. To become the man he could be. That takes real effort. Perhaps courage is what he lacks. He needs to go see The Wizard of Oz. I mean it’s the end of the world, no better time… And while he’s there I hope he gets me those little ruby red slippers. They will only fit my feet. Cuz he’s my home. TETHERED. And there’s nothing he can do about it..


No filter. All alone for the end of the world. *sigh*

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