I sit in my home staring into nothing
As time passes by, maybe I'll feel something
nights leading into constant rushing
fights and love filled with shoving
Life has been something all right
Joy was overshadowed by a tedious night
I grow tired, my neck feeling airtight
Maybe someone to love to lift this blight
Now I wonder will sleep or be wakeful
can't sleep, it all feels so wasteful
I can't help but be so grateful that I am not hateful
But goddamn it all feels so painful
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Author:
Ethan Mikel StAmour (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ive been depressed for a long time but everytime i try to get help i am judged and turned awayand people blame it on me fat or the stupid food i eat why cant someone just help without making it worse for me. everytime i open up my eyes from the second i wake up then go to bed i feel awful
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Comments1
Depression a terrible foe it commits war crimes. A wonderful write that tells it as it is being raw and bloody a battlefield of the soul. Nicely penned
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