The darkness falls upon me
Like a cozy black blanket
Hiding my inner self from
The view of the world
Drowning in a sea of sorrow
I bury my feelings in the sand
Wanting nothing more than
To not be seen like this
Feeling worthless and unworthy
I stay hidden from the world
Trapped in my head and alone
I think this is the only way
To live with this illness
The voices are my only friends
Or at least they are the only
Ones that speak to me every day
I can't get rid of them if I tried
Not even medication helps
I am stuck with them forever
I emulate people that see
The world through rose-colored glasses
But my glasses are a shade of black
Hiding the windows to my soul
I can't let them steal my soul
A poem by Garry Ventura
About the Creator
Garry Ventura
I have been a poet/writer for 10 years. I write about anything that I find interesting, but mostly how I am feeling. I live with Bipolar 1 disorder and social/generalized anxiety. I someday hope to be a published poet/writer.
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