![]() Eaten AliveA Poem by Anonymous Stoner![]() What depression is![]() It starts as a small, uncomfortable pain Almost like a stone in your shoe Nothing unmanageable As life goes on around you, Things change. The pain comes more frequently. It’s more of a low grade headache now. You’re tired for no reason. You start picking apart your flaws in the bathroom mirror. You shrug it off That’s life, right? But the pain gets worse. It gets so bad you feel like you’re screaming inside. You feel invisible and small. You feel like a burden on everyone, whether they know you or not. You have this mantra in your head every waking, sober second SCREAMING “kill yourself.” “Kill yourself you fat s**t. You don’t deserve to breathe.” “Kill yourself you dumbass. You’re gonna fail out, so why bother?” I could go on, but what’s the point? I am invisible. I am small. I am forgotten. © 2014 Anonymous StonerReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 11, 2014 Last Updated on December 11, 2014 AuthorAnonymous StonerRadford, VAAboutJust your average, depressed stoner chick who's really into writing poetry. I'm also terrible at poetry. Enjoy? more..Writing
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