Depression
They haunt me every day,
Those memories of pain and sorrow,
My friends make me laugh,
And I feel so much better,
But then something brings me down,
I feel anger rush around my body,
And I feel the pulse of adrenaline,
I quickly walk away and breathe deep,
Walking off the anger,
I think about everything,
Yet when I come back I feel,
The tension return,
My face feels hot and tears rush down my cheeks,
Is there any point to this?
Should I live or die?
As I lie unconscious on this table,
My life is decided by total strangers,
They manage to give me life,
I sometimes wish I could tell them not to bother,
My body is full of hatred,
But love controls my heart and mind,
My soul is already dead inside me,
Why won’t they just let my destiny decide?
Maybe I was brought into this world to touch the lives I have,
And then to die and test them all,
But no, I don’t think that, I’m not that important,
I’ve never really been wanted except by love.
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Sprout Editor
Commented 13 months ago - 7th April 2011 - 11:12am
Another fantastic and thought provoking poem. If anyone reading this would like some help with depression, or would like to talk to someone about where to get help, Meic is a good first point of call: meiccymru.org
DeadAngelLover22
Commented 13 months ago - 7th April 2011 - 17:20pm
Thanx for the comment Sprout Editor :) I must say i personally have used Meic and found them very helpful indeed.