Will it end?

Poem about depression.

I walk through my sadness,

pausing every so often

to tell myself, "I am worthless".

Is there an end in sight?

Maybe. But the way I feel,

death is the only end.

Depression envelops me like a dark storm cloud,

pouring teardrops down on me,

thunder booming my mistakes in my ears,

lightning scorching my happiness.

I am not happy.

I am alone.

No friends to stand by my side.

Nothing.

No one.

Will it end?

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Man this is sad. This poem is competing against my entry in biggest struggle contest. Mine was called "After the Home coming" all about 09 when I came back to the world after my last deployment to Iraq and ran into some problems with civilian life. This poem is really good and it's more relatable than mine. Great Job.

[Legolas]

I am very sorry to hear that you suffered. I hope things get better for you. Thank you.

[Baby Ricochet]

I hope they get better for you to man

[Legolas]

Thanks.

[Brielle Cartny]

This is how we all feel sometimes. It is important to keep your chin up and to not let anything keep you from being happy!

[Legolas]

Thanks.

[Freedom's Child]

Great vivid dark imagery! Good emotion really puts the reader in the poem. Great work!

[Legolas]

Thank you.

[Admiral Kirk]

Great work, very dark, very emotional. I can feel everything you put in, it comes back out loud and clear. Nice work!

[Legolas]

Thank you.

[Admiral Kirk]

:D You're welcome.

[Miranda Richard]

This is very good.

[Alm]

I guess that it's always going to be a looming cloud over your head, a storm that randomly rolls in when the weather is suddenly good. Depression is like that, sneakily creeping up on you. But you have friends now, and you can get through it and hope for brighter days.

The poem's phrasings, especially lines seven to ten are incredible. It makes people who have never gone through depression a glimpse to see what it's like. Just, wow.

-Alm

[~LadyWolf~]

This is a very good description of depression! Great job!

[Isabelle Faye]

In this short poem, you basicly summed up the felling of entire hopelessness and worthlessness that depression gives you. The only thing to fix is you said "pouring down on me teardrops" which doesn't quite make sense. I really like the way you say "lightning booming my mistakes in my ears" because it's true, depression never lets you forget mistakes of the past, no matter how big or small. Instead, it torments you with them, pointing out ways you could have avoided them. Overall, a really well done poem that captures the essence of depression flawlessly.