Depression long poem

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staring at these four walls of the house
that was once my home,
I’m in this corner all alone

well being alone is fine
it’s being lonely that’s not quite so divine
I’m in a constant battle with my mind
I’m lost, but I’m nowhere to be found,

it’s not that I don’t want to be happy
it’s despite no matter how hard I try I can’t bring myself to be happy
there’s a fire in my lungs and I can’t breathe,
I’m screaming for help but no one hears me,

every night I’m crying
I think I’m finally done trying
I shut everyone out,
because as soon as someone gets close
they get hurt

by hurting others, I’m only hurting myself,
I don’t know whether I need to seek help or just die
whats the point of it,
I feel hopeless
there’s an emptiness inside me,
and depression seems to be my only friend,

I wish this could end, I’m knocking on the wall
crying as I fall
depression has got me to my knees,
I don’t know where this leads,

there’s a mess in my head
and it has nailed me to my bed,
I just want to be free
but are you ever truly free?

there will always be this ball marked depression
weighing me down,
no matter how hard I try
I will never be able to fly

trying to break free
is like trying to nail jello to a tree,
it’s impossible

biting down on my nails
hoping that nothing else fails,
this will never be enough

most days I feel everything
and yet nothing at all,
I keep fighting trying not to drown
while the truth is I’m swallowing sand

with this razor in my hand
I can make this all disappear
but it’s not gone
these voices in my head keep getting louder

it won’t fade
no matter how much pills I take
I can’t get a break,
it’s an endless cycle
that I am stuck on forever


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Brilliant poem. A well-delineated picture of a person suffering from manic depression. Powerful diction.


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