“Out of My Mind” Poems

This poem starts in my bed. It is winter now. My depression sank in my heart. I complained about my stomach. My throat is very dry. My idea is splashing on the wall. It's everywhere. Perhaps this is not a poem, for it is not beautiful. When you read it, I think you can feel the taste of blood in your mouth. Imagine a full moon outside the window. The moon that makes you desperate inside. Please feel the weight of all names lost in your life. This poem begins from here. In the sea of ​​the lost star

I wrote this poem by the depth of the last recurrence in February. This is the third poem I wrote. My heart cried and said I had no value. There is a suicidal idea. This is different from the tendency to suicide, but I am worried that they will come. I had distrust in my company. Then I started writing everything as a poem. There is no consciousness. They have just arrived. I will sit in the corner of the sofa and enter them using the Notes app on my phone. They were desperately written filled with feelings that I can adapt to the image in my mind.