I am hollow but heavy;
I carry the weight of all my sores.
I keep them close;
I can't let go.
I am tired but awake;
I sit waiting for daylight to hit me.
You lay next to me asleep;
I told you I was fine.
I am winning but losing;
Every day is a battle.
I don't want to wake up;
That's if I even sleep.
I am loud but quiet;
My voice has weakened.
I don't speak out;
I'm scared to be laughed at.
I am big but small;
I used to conquer all.
I'm fighting my invisible enemy;
I'll win or die trying.
I am poor not rich;
I have nothing left.
Depression is a thief;
It has taken my life from me.
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Author:
LiterateLesbian (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Urgh
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Great write L
I've vented through Poetry all my life and I made it - you will too
Life is not a race! someone once saif "If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at who he gives it to"
Keep writing and Be You!
You are a miracle...
Oh and happy Birthday by the way
These words are beautiful thankyou, and I'm not sure why my profile says it's my birthday but it's not. I hope all is well for you
Oh well...
Then a happy un-birthday!
Hey it's my un-birthday too
Reading your other 10 posts... you're good
Keep it up
Thankyou your words mean a lot I'm going to try get back into venting and poetry it really helped maybe it can again
I hope so too
Bite's another geat write well done
really intense you use your feelings well to write
There'll be happy once soon I am sure
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