My fight for life; and death.

MyleeSefic

They say it gets better

But it just gets bleak

The less I eat and the more I cut

I begin to grow weak

 

My mind is blank

My heart thumps hard

they ask if I'm okay

But again, I put up my guard

 

Time went on

And the end felt near

Over the span of the day

My decision was clear

 

You have allergies

Take Benadryl

You have depression

The sniffles might kill

 

Pills are hard to swallow

Especially without water

Oh no I feel it

Dad without daughter

 

Ambulance blaring

And family crying

I want to sleep

Little girl dying

 

Fluorescent lights

Hospital bed

Doctors surround me

Wait; I'm not dead?

 

They say it gets better

But it just gets bleak

I'm recovering now

But that's what I used to think.

  • Author: MyleeSefic (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2023 20:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: all my life I have struggled with depression. About a year ago, I attempted suicide. For the longest time, I have been ashamed of this, but through poetry and lots of therapy, I have learned that this isn't shameful. It is an experience that has helped me grow as a person. I have learned how to help others and choose not to let my depression and anxiety define me. Through this, I have discovered my love for literature, and along with that, I have learned how to cope with strong emotions. I started writing poetry to express complex emotions, which would help me get through them. Every time I experience a complex emotion I go back and read my poems and it helps me realize that I have gotten through these hard times before and I can do it again. I can say that poetry has 100% helped me through a lot of hardships.
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  • L. B. Mek

    stay strong!
    entrust in your poetic, words
    let them soothe your aches
    and rid yourself of toxic, thoughts
    just pen them all down
    and traverse from that bleak, state
    to a new page of your own making
    for I too, choose
    to believe in you, dear Poet
    more power to you!

  • Abby1234

    Stay strong. I did the same thing. All of it happened after my cousin killed himself. So I thought I could try and join him. It didn't work sadly. Depresion does suck.

    • MyleeSefic

      it really does but I have learned to look outside of my depression and anxiety and make myself a better person. It was an awful experience but it really helped me grow. It's things like those that build character and really make you stronger.



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