I wish you could see me
Free me from the devastation
The invasion
The malignant take over of my mind
My essence you’ll find is missing
My motivation pissing up the wall
What makes me me I pass as I fall further to the ground
I can be found inside my mind hiding behind the pain
I am drained from this take over
A makeover of what makes me me
My optics blur, blinding by this thing I cannot see
My depression forcing the compression of the things that make me happy
Slap me, drag me back out of it
This shit is overbearing, I cant go on much longer
I cannot be stronger
Tomorrow will not be better
Depression is a cruel mistress here to take me,
At this point, it is easier, to just let her.
I am no more, a broken shell of the man I was before
One day I will break my ties with this evil being
Stopping me seeing that which once made me smile
I have no more strength to fight this, I sercome and retract for a while
While she weighs me down
I sink further into the ground
I am dying, trying to fight this, trying to be happy
Someone help me
- Author: John_Bingham ( Offline)
- Published: March 10th, 2023 07:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes your depression is the most power force you have.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
and after the fire a still small voice.
I'm sure the inhalation will see that stopped.
Good point
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