What's your reason?
why are you dealing with depression
they ask as if being depressed is a choice
honestly I fucking feel like I'm stuck in prision
and now I have to make a decision to keep on going
or to call it quits
I'm trying to be stong but the depression hits like bullets
I look a mess, I'm so fucking stressed, and I wanna cry out
i wanna tell someone, anyone, the things I'm thinking about
and I don't wanna die, I wanna live my life with cristal by my side
but there is no hiding from what's in my mind
I'm in a room alone but its crowded my demons are all inside
so to answer your question, I don't fucking know why I'm haunted my depression
- Author: nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 22nd, 2024 11:59
- Comment from author about the poem: you sould not ask someone who is depressed why they are depressed there is not straightforward answer and all it does is make that person feel worse\r\ndepression is like the weather, clouds choose when to rain, flowers choose when to bloom, depression decides when it will attempt to consume you, and you decide whether you let depression take over or tell your deppresion to fuck off
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