They say I laugh all the time,
They say my smile is like the sunshine.
But now I’m writing a rhyme,
About how nothing in my life is fine.
Crying has become my lullaby,
The tears gush out seeking release,
Holding a blue pillow close-by,
Nothing could put my mind at ease.
Frozen, my limbs might feel,
But I still dance to the jolliest tunes.
I cannot enjoy a single meal,
But I still eat while watching cartoons.
I’m a bit too melodramatic,
And I’m feeling a bit too melancholic.
A gloomy backdrop thematic,
Turning me into a sorrowful alcoholic.
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Author:
Ladywithaquill (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is what I think depression can feel like, especially when other people don't know you have it. It is a sensitive topic, but please feel free to share your experiences and thoughts about depression and other mental health problems. And as always, feedback about the poem would be very appreciated.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I don't think you are being melodramatic
These subjects need a voice
Thank you for lending yours
You got the rhyme you got the courage
Look forward to reading more
Thank you for the support and encouragement!
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