Failure

This is the first poem I wrote centering in my depression. My parents had just told me that they were moving to Canada. I were 17

They told me once
That I'd be the one
To make them proud
But those times have gone.
They said I'd be gorgeous
Smart yet kind
I tried and tried yet
Could not find
A way to live up
To their hopes so high
I took the easy path
Now I'm ready to Die.
What's the point in living?
When you can't do one thing right
When the one thing you need in life
Is fading out of sight
I used to think an angel
Was watching over me
But nows the time I need her
And no sign can I see
To show me where
I need to go
Show me how to stop
This feeling so low.
I cry myself to sleep each night
Each day walk round in daze
Trying to sort my head out
Is like walking through a maze.
The ones who thought
I'd make them proud
Are leaving soon
And yet I'm bound
To living a life
Of lies and tears
Caught in a trap
By my own fears.

Reviews

[EvaThornburn]

From the very start to the end I found this to be an emotional write. Brought tears to my eyes. Imagery was spot on. I really need to read more of your writes. Will look forward to it. Thanks, for sharing your words. Eva