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Smoke alarm
Depression set my mind a blaze like a roaring fire causing chaos and distroying all the beauty in its path.
I was always alone and forced to clean up the dammage from the after math.
Desperate for relief, help is something I yerned for.
I used my voice, and opened my eyes into my soul like a door.
Each day I was filled with dread,
No matter what percautions I took the fire only seemed to spread.
Suddenly it was like a switch had been flipped,
That was the moment the remainder of my innocence was stripped.
Like fire reaching gasoline, depression led me to self-mutilation.
I knew someday I’d die from my own internal dammination.
They blamed me for your exposure to self harm.
They ignored my pleas like the draining batteries in the smoke alarm.
I noticed how they stoped caring and only gave me a cold shoulder,
They could'nt see that inside my soul was just a little girl wanting someone to hold her.
I was always alone and forced to clean up the dammage from the after math.
Desperate for relief, help is something I yerned for.
I used my voice, and opened my eyes into my soul like a door.
Each day I was filled with dread,
No matter what percautions I took the fire only seemed to spread.
Suddenly it was like a switch had been flipped,
That was the moment the remainder of my innocence was stripped.
Like fire reaching gasoline, depression led me to self-mutilation.
I knew someday I’d die from my own internal dammination.
They blamed me for your exposure to self harm.
They ignored my pleas like the draining batteries in the smoke alarm.
I noticed how they stoped caring and only gave me a cold shoulder,
They could'nt see that inside my soul was just a little girl wanting someone to hold her.
Published 9th Mar 2021
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9th Mar 2021 2:18am
Maybe they didn't know how to help or they may not have known how you were feeling, possibly?
9th Mar 2021 2:51am
11th Mar 2021 10:36am
Dear M,
Amazing write. The title giving way to alerting your inner struggle and the last stanza is gut wrenching. It’s an excellent and apt description of feeling abandoned.
Your writing is such a great way of organizing thoughts and feelings. I wish I could that. Attempting it mine read more like the scribbles of a two year old. H🌷
Amazing write. The title giving way to alerting your inner struggle and the last stanza is gut wrenching. It’s an excellent and apt description of feeling abandoned.
Your writing is such a great way of organizing thoughts and feelings. I wish I could that. Attempting it mine read more like the scribbles of a two year old. H🌷
