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)
- 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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Comments2
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!
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.
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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