Depression, Aniexty, Loneliness


These are not 3 separate things. They are one well oiled machine.

A vehicle, and these 3 things drive it forward. And I am riding shotgun. Riding shotgun to a destination I don't wanna go.

The scenery of life passes in my passenger window, but through the front window I see the things that scare me the most. The things that keep me still, unmoving, unable to open the door and jump.

So I bring my attention to the small world that is in my hand. Bouncing from place to place, but this, this only makes me realise that even in the world that I am able to hold in my hands, i am alone.

This loneliness I feel bring the aniexty of always being alone, which cause my depression.

And with that drives the car to go faster to a destination I don't wanna go.

  • Author: HMH (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2017 15:19
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 45
  • User favorite of this poem: JLL517.


  • JLL517

    Great work,love it

    • HMH

      Thank you so much! I'm new to the whole writing thing, so wasn't sure if it was any good haha

    • myself and me

      It is such a hard feeling to be trapped in the 3 things. Do not give up, keep fighting, you will win at the end. Well penned. Welcome to this site.

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