She took a deep breath.
She counted to three,
A picture in her head
Of who they wanted me to be.
They wanted her to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought
That this girl would be blind.
Not blind by the meaning
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.
She walks around lifeless,
Her heart beating but dead.
A walking corpse,
She is lost inside her head.
Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
She was not how she was,
How she was once before.
She is one of the living
But one of the dead.
A part of her is missing;
She hangs on by a thread.
She hung her head low,
Took one final bow.
She stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow.
"I will not change who I am.
As hard as any of you try,
This is me giving up;
This is one last goodbye."
The Harsh Truth Of Life With Depression
I love this poem, truly touching. It's painfully frustrating how many poems of depression ends up suddenly hopeful or slightly better, always out on a 'good' note where they end up feeling...
Who They Wanted Her To Be
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2014 with permission of the Author.
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Don't give up Elizabeth! Keep on living for the sake of seeing each new sunrise, watching every star fill the sky with brilliance! Be the star to fill the world with your light! I know you don't know me, but for the sake of people who DO know you, please don't give up!