Depression

Dear people who don't suffer from depression,

I remember the happy me
You know, before depression took my soul
Or maybe I've had it my whole life
And I just didn't know
Whoa
Crazy how that goes
Life will leave you hanging
Say the "Ready, set," but not the "Go."

So
There it goes
Running past you without even a "Hello."
No "How've you been?" or "Good luck!"
Just a blow to your nose
And no one's blowing up your phone
You think you care
But then you don't
You like being alone
So you hide under your blanket
And just stay at home
They ask "Wanna go bowl?"
But you'd rather bawl
So you tell them "No.
See I've been feeling pretty down.
I've been feeling kinda low."
"Wow. You're so negative and ungrateful.
Just be happy, bro."

But they don't know it's your sick mind that's not letting you go
It won't even let you glow
So you watch everyone succeed
And do amazing things from below
You start to feel slow
You feel worthless
And want to kill your show
But then you remind yourself that the pain won't leave
It passes on to others, it'll only grow

So you keep waking up
And living your life without any hope
Because you know this thing in your head
It will never go
It's here in the rain, sun, and in the snow
So it will be with you on your deathbed
And accompany you under your gravestone
Always and forever
You won't die alone
You'll die with your greatest enemy:
Depression, your evil clone
Surprise! No one wins
Call it a truce
Ha! Now you know

Sincerely, a girl suffering from depression

This poem is about: 
Me

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