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.


  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    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

    • LiterateLesbian

      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

      • Andrew Charles Forrest

        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

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