Sickness of depression

Dysthymia

Restless days
Into restless nights
I don’t say
Upon what I fight

Tired of trying
Inside I’m blind
I’m slowly dying
Inside my mind

What is my strive
To keep me not to die
Why am I alive
Time just goes by

What is my success
I don’t see anything
I’m filled with stress
And pain is all I bring.

I’m better off dead
I’m a waste of space
I’m in my death bed
Death is all I chase.

  • Author: Dysthymia (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2018 05:48
  • Category: Sad
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    Any light at the end of the tunnel? A good write as a poem. Is this your personal experience now? (if you wish to share more).

    • Dysthymia

      Thank you, but yes. Personal experience

    • Christina8

      Depression is horrible. I can relate. Great poem, by the way, but so sad. Hope you feel better soon!



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