2am in the morning
I'm still awake
Because of my friend depression
Who gave me a shake
He sits there staring
With a scary grin
That's when I know
My patience has worn thin
I'll sit there for a bit
I'll mutter “im in pain”
I'll talk to him more
I feel like I'm going insane
I can't do this anymore
He reminds me every night
And he always gives me reasons why I should give up the fight
He’ll whisper in my ear
And he will make me cry
Until my heart feels empty
And I want to die
I gave up hope
Everyday an emotional scene
While people would judge and say
“She can't be like this she's only eighteen”
But depression knows no age
Or cares who you are
As long as you listen
And don't rise too far
Your a perfect victim for the man
Who sits on your shoulder and whispers in your ear
He's always around
And knows your deepest fear
A slice of my skin
Will pay my debt
Of being too happy
He won't let me forget
A feeling so empty
The feeling inside
Like I'm never good enough
Like something in me died
His sharp teeth covered in blood
The blood of hearts he's stole from
His eyes are thin and piercing and mean
Hes someone I can't explain to anyone
A monster, a devil
Something from hell
I need help from this creature
But there's no one to tell
My friends would be worried
They didn't understand
That a demon was controlling me
He had me in the palm of his hand
Depression is his name
That he wears with vain
Now everytime I can't get out of bed
Because there shackles and chains inside my head
And someone corrects me on my hygiene
And I tell them that I physically cannot get myself clean
That I struggle to get up in the morning
Because I'm dying inside
That everytime I go to bed I hope that by the morning ive died
But he controls everything about me
So what am I supposed to do
tell them about the little man and how he whispers in my ear
If only you knew
How he bullies me until I cry
And when he makes me want to die
Who do I tell when they don't listen
And the stars are bright and the moonlight glistens
When I just want to go to sleep
But he's always near
He's always there
...He is my worst fear...
- Author: Chick (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2021 08:54
- Comment from author about the poem: I've been struggling with depression for a long time and it really is hard to try and get out the mindset
- Category: Sad
- Views: 28
Comments3
Well-written poem EF.
I am not qualified to treat you, however, I know from experience depression can be challenging. If it is a chemical imbalance in your body there are meds for it. If not you will need therapy. There is help. Stay Safe dear heart.
Depression is a terrible thing, EF. My wife has been fighting it for many years. I don't know what is best, but Jerry is right, you may get better if you get help.
Stay safe, your words are haunting but so true as I have also suffered from depression. I hope you get some peace and a better mindset.
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