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Depression

Chest hurts with intense pain, with my stomach sickening

Feels like its getting hard to breath like the airs thickening

Feels like every single morning it’s becoming more difficult to get up

Intensification to get up; don’t even want to sit up

Try to sleep with the ambition to think of the past

And how I still bottle up my problems and keep them masked

And the pain with the constant problems of me being harassed

Being called every name in the book, eventually you think it’s true

Because when shit builds up and is targeted at you

It will strike you then your life feels so worthless and cold

And you look to your right and left and realize you have nothing to hold

That’s when you truly realize how alone you are

You know what it feels like to know in life you’ll never get far?

Grow old and have to go to A-N-A or a drug seminar

Completely emotionally numb and don’t give a fuck about anything

Feels like all I do is lie around and never do a thing

Feels like I never have time for shit when I do, do something

Getting hard to move on the pains exhilarating

Thinking blankly creativity seems to be deflating

No more motivation, sit around and mope

Stuck in a rut cant get out, and running out of hope

— Dark_Death, Jan 24, 2010

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poewriter58

16 years 4 months ago

Dark

Very accurate description of Depression. As I see it you have taken the first step toward healing by getting it out of you writing is the best outlet so do not give it or anything up Chrys