Each day I live, the pain consumes
What little sanity I have bloomed,
Like walking in a cloud of fog
Falling down, sinking into smog.
Life just seems grim.
I think on a whim.
Interest lost in everything I do,
But what a life, who really knew?
Depressed to a fault, that's all I see.
Death just seems like the only way for me.
A waste of time I feel I am,
But that's its nature, a full mind-jam.
I try and try to ease the pain,
A fallen effort with no gain.
Thoughts begin to eat away,
Makes me want to end it today.
Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel.
I pray and wish this all wasn't real.
Life just seems more like a prison,
Caged, alone, an abomination risen.
No one could ever understand
Why I would want my death sooner than planned.
It's not something I want for me,
But to end my suffering this is what has to be.
So I write this all as I fall from grace.
Down to this place, some barren waste.
I know not how much longer I will last,
But all I can do is pray that this will just pass.
Hi Anamika! I'm really sorry that you have to go through the same thing that I've had to struggle with. You're right! It can be very awkward to tell your parents about your depression! The...
Taking It Day By Day
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009 with permission of the Author.
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A lifetime of feeling depressed, but yes I have been happy as well. My mother knew how I felt and always was supportive. Medication does help, but a certain amount of time is required. I plead with you to talk openly to your parents and ask for professional help. There is hope. I have sixty years to prove. Peace.