'She was me'

A short poem based on my experiences with depression..

'she was me'

"..She bare's the resemblance of the soul i once tried to save.

I'd go without light for days hoping that one day she'd see that through my eyes she could be saved.

Maybe i was wrong to think i was right, maybe you was wrong to think you had to be unhappy.

But either way a girl like you would never be happy, but i'd try and try giving way to hope for a brand new day.

But i woke up and realised that the girl i was trying to save was me.

I'm still me, very much unhappy.

Author's Note

I'd love feedback :)

Reviews

[Chris]

For me it was always the little things... I stopped reaching early on for anything big -
either I didn't get them, couldn't keep them, had them taken away, OR watched as another purposely broke it to bits even shaking fingers couldn't dream-fix. You can treasure lil pieces of soul you can hide in a pocket... lil bits of fluff no one else would think of any value and hence leave to your caring.

Always remember to SILENTLY speak with an imaginary friend... you'll get fewer stares and less teasing.

I don't know that I was ever "saved" BUT my Nightmares are MINE and I hold them tight and close.

You spoke well and I understood...

Take care,
Chris

[nathan]

All I can say is that I have been there before,
there in that place where hope wounded more than it gave relief
and smiles in another's irritated
or drew out your own insecurities to the surface.

[Chinnah!]

good job this can relate to many people in many ways good job