Why?

This is basically every morning for me. I battle many thoughts of depression and anxiety on a daily basis.

The sun has risen, but I will not

For I fail to see what blessings it brought

There is a journal at my bedside where I write down my troubles

The things that bother me on so many levels

I leaf through the pages, read a line or two

Life chronicled by a man whose soul is blue

And I said, 

"Let it be said that I died all alone,

But in debt to no one, friend or foe.

I have slain my dragons of fear and doubt,

Though I was oft silent in my screams and shouts."

I stumble out of bed and wonder what I meant,

What saddened courses of events churned in my head,

And I realized that I wrote of an unfulfilled dream,

Teardrops, isolation, and misery.

Why should anyone suffer this fate?

I fall to my knees, then on my stomach, prostrate

I beg to a god in whom I'd like to believe,

"Why, oh why does it suck to be me?"

Reviews

[CoraZanini]

You see,this is interesting. So much of this poem I can bond and reffer to.But still I do not think of myself as a depressed person but simply as a phase of my life where I need to figure things out.

The poem by itself really is wonderfully said but the story behind it is what gets me chills.

Keep me informed and battle your way out of depression!

[The Fretless Horseman]

I shall. Thank you. To be honest, I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for years, but it was not diagnosed until last February. I am doing my best to get past it. :)