BY IMAN AHMEDANI

London

CN: DEPRESSION, INSOMNIA,

ALLUSION TO SUICIDAL FEELINGS

 

It’s a special kind of hell my dear I wish you never feel
It stretches your mind like a band until ping you forget what’s real

It slowly scrapes away your skin to gently coat it with dread
It steals away your hopes and dreams and leaves fear behind instead

It erases your identity both your future and your past
It shrouds you with a choking darkness which seems doomed to last

You’ll lie awake night after night wishing for the way out
Your principles are paper thin, you’re wavering, you’re full of doubt

But my dear when your skin is covered with this coat of dread
Know that it will harden, it will thicken so that you can tread

And when you feel that you don’t have a future or a past
Know that I have felt this way and I promise it doesn’t last

And when my dear you lie awake wishing for your way out
Know that others before you, they found a way to stop and shout

It’s a special kind of hell my dear, I wish you never feel
But if you do, know that you can and will heal

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