depression

robyn_isabelle

To anyone who ever wondered what depression is, it is this; questioning yourself at every single minute, hating yourself, believing your worthless, and questioning what’s the point of living anymore. 

For over a year and a half now I have been depressed (it is not diagnosed by a doctor but I know). I FEEL SHIT ALL OF THE TIME! I question my self constantly, and if my friends actually like me. I scream at the way I look, and I’m dying inside. 

Like many depressed people I haven’t told anyone how I actually feel, as my emotions and feelings  are not a topic I EVER talk about. I’m a super emotional person, and constantly cry. I’m an ugly crier, and I don’t want anyone seeing me cry when I can help it. As a consequence of not talking, I bottle everything up and things get to me even more. Sometimes I cannot cope and I explode, with all of my emotions coming out at once. My heart stops beating and I cannot breathe. Luckily for me from panic episodes don’t last very long, however they usually last from around 5-25 minutes.

My anxiety tells me everyone hates me, and I’m not good enough. I always overthink everything, and as a result I sometimes just stay in as I’m to afraid, however I always try and do things outside my comfort zone. If I stayed inside my comfort zone I wouldn’t leave my bed, when all I want to do is explore the world. The only things holding me back are my age, and my confidence. I get this numb feeling when I’m around people that they secretly all dislike me, and judge me. I’m so worried about being by myself, however I love my own company.

Many nights I will cry myself to sleep, and then I cry even more that I’m so pathetic. All I ever want sometimes is a hug. My Mum and sister are usually around, yet I don’t want to explain anything, so I just sit in my room and ball my eyes out. I feel like I always let my family down. 

I suppose I have no idea who I really am, or what I want from life. People see me as a happy and outgoing person, however that was me 5 years ago, and I feel like I can’t change. Whenever I’m quiet or deep in thought people always question if I’m alright; sometimes I just don’t want to speak. I guess i hang around with ‘populars’ in my year. I massively feel like the outcast, I’m not pretty, funny, or good at speaking to people. Most of my friends have had boyfriends, however I haven’t really. I never know how to speak to boys, and I never have the guts to explain how I feel. There’s one boy I currently like at the moment. We have many mutual friends, and have spoken to each a handful of times, but not enough to show my personality; but is that a bad thing as I freeze, and say things I don’t really mean to. What I’m trying to say is that I’m socially awkward. I can happily talk to someone if they bring up certain subjects, and address me first, however I will rarely go up to a stranger by myself and speak to them. 

Basically is what I’m trying to say, depression is a massive head fuck. You never know if you’re coming or going. I’m scared of the future and what it may hold. I’m scared of not fulfilling my full potential; I have so many goals in life, that I would be disappointed if I didn’t achieve. I constantly doubt myself, and my self-worth. 

  • Author: robyn_isabelle (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2017 13:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments2

  • WG7

    I know what depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, etc. is. I´ve been living with it all for a longggg time. Just know the demons won´t win. Don't let them. You are an amazing person. None of my family knows about anything. When you are in your room bawling. one day you might do something you'll regret. I have. Please tell your family. They should try to help you. You, me, and everybody should be helped, but if you don't want to tell them I understand. I hope you get better. Also this is amazing and I love it.

  • SorrowfullyHappy

    i let the demons take half my soul but i let the angels take the other half all is not lost hold on to what you've got and never let go



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.