I had it once now it’s gone.
Just like a shoe lace it’s been undone.
Was so tight at once now so slack.
Those happy times i wish i could get back.
Sitting at home and feeling all alone.
No friends to call on i’m the only.
Feeling like a zombie on the outside, and on the inside it feels like i’m dying.
Feeling like the living dead, so many thoughts and questions flying around in my head.
So much confusion floods down, it streams, i just don’t understand why this is happening to me.
There’s so signal of anybody who wants to help, no touch of feelings or any of myself.
Where and how can i find some answers?
Why is this happening?
Who am i?
Am i a feeling?
Am i a dreamer? Or am i a dream?
How do my thoughts begin?
How do i know this will end?
Why do i act like this?
What makes me do this?
Yes i do know i overanalyze entirely to much, but that’s something i can’t help.
I can’t help the thoughts.
Just thinking, and staring into space just trying to relax, as i sit and think.
I really want to free myself from my mind, and not pretend.
I want to feel like myself, i want to feel normal again. I really wonder when will this all end.
But no matter what, i’ll keep fighting it.
Depression poem i wrote, some time ago. I decided to share it. Feel free to comment and like it.
Sometimes, just writing what you feel can help you heal.
Whatever you do, DON’T
There is help out here, and you are never alone. Yes, depression makes you feel so lonely, but you are not alone.
Getting help shows that you do care about yourself, not that you are weak, but that you care about your health. Get help! Don’t try to do it by yourself. Everybody needs help, at some point in their lives.