Poems from thienwonton
A small hummingbird
Has been cruelly captured,
Caught in my ribcage.
It flutters vainly,
Ensnared by my hollow bones
Unable to fly.
We were Romeo and Juliet,
My depression and me,
Me and my depression.
A tragically beautiful romance
Of star-crossed lovers,
Kept apart...
If Depression were a person,
She'd be a woman.
An independent, seductive
femme fatale, because
The most feared being in the world
is a...
Disclaimer:
This is not a poem,
Because my depression
is not,
was not,
and will never be
poetic.
I used to think
that my blood was paint...