I bottle my feelings I bottle my thoughts,
But what’s the point of doing that
It’ll only kill you some more...
I sit here staring at the same four walls
The motivation is lost what have I got to get up for
People always try to help me out
But the voices in my head straight up lock them out
The depression is strong the fear is crippling
All I do is sit in my room longing for some feeling
What’s the point in this life I think?
I have nothing to live for nothing to give.
The tears they fall to the ground,
All I ever wish for is to have someone around,
How can I ever speak up when my mind won’t let me?
Best thing for you to do now is just forget me.
I’m moody I’m sad I feel so full of rage,
This depression is destroying me it’s like I’m trapped in a cage.
The point is we’re all human don’t be too quick to judge
Whether its race, colour or sexuality
Let’s all work together and bring back normality
Be kind to one another even if it’s a passing smile
That could make someone’s day even if it’s just for a little while...
- Author: Jack Worrall ( Offline)
- Published: May 30th, 2019 15:34
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is from the heart i have been struggling with depression for over 10years now and im finally getting the help after all this time of bottling things up and hiding away.. this poem is from my perspective but i hope others can relate too it as well
- Category: Sad
- Views: 22
Comments1
Such an honest write Jack - -sincerely hope that now you are getting help health in all ways will improve.... keep writing it out for the words make a start on freeing what's been bottled up.
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