Does he really mean the terrible things he says about me?
Checkmate, please. A Queen who loves her Knight.
Ahh ye great joy of depression!
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
They care not while I rot.
He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.
A poem about the devil in hell or about depression. Depression IS hell.
I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.
A poem about anxiety cuz it's always on our tail!!!
The lure of fucking love. A poem. A micropoem about purgatory, longing, desire.
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019
OLD PHOTO, NEW POEM! 'DETAINED' by @poeeternal He makes me want to sin But it'd be heaven I contend The way his words move under my skin I'd fall for him again and again I once made my amend While feeling silence closing in If only there were more moments to spend Would he care … Continue reading DETAINED