The masquerade ball

by Reyna   Jun 14, 2016


You snuck up on me again,
yes I remember you my old dear friend,
you drag me down and sink me deep,
driving me insane until I can't sleep,
I'd cry a tear or maybe two,
but there's no way to release you,
you captured me with empty lies,
masquerading as good but in disguise,
we dance in masks to hide the truth,
that there is no escaping you

throughout the years I've come to understand
that we are intertwined hand in hand
to escape would mean that I've died
I've succumbed to all the misery and lies

so cut my wrists is what I'll do,
cause then one day I'll escape you,
but until that time I will remain,
attached to ball
attached top chain,
ragged, torn, and misunderstood
manipulated, abused, and no longer good.

I'll unmask you one day and break the chains
I'll overcome your power and rule my own domain,
but until that time I will remain
masquerading with my depression until I'm insane.

Thank you for reading, this is my first poem in years :)

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  • 7 years ago

    by Darren

    Hopefully writing this has relieved a little bit of the pain, even just for a day.

    It is something that never goes away, always lurks in the dark recess of our minds. But we can learn to spot the triggers and use it to our advantage.

    I tend to write something when I feel I am heading down that path again.

    This is a poem that many people on here can relate to and I thank you for sharing.

    (Now don't leave it as long to write the next)

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello Reyna

    First poem in years? Travesty! This is excellent and one that I nodded my head along to throughout.

    that there is no escaping you

    throughout the years I've come to understand
    that we are intertwined hand in hand

    ^^^

    I appreciated this bit especially as it's very perceptive, simply because a lot of people with depression never come to this realisation. Thinking it will leave is worse in the long run because when it strikes again, the condition is not all that hits you - it's the disappointment that it's still there when you thought it may be gone.

    People who suffer real depression never really expel it completely - they learn to live with it and being ready for it by knowing that it will come back goes a long way to dealing with it successfully. Don't run and hide and pretend it's not following; stand up and shout in its wretched face!

    Take care and all the very best,

    Ben

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