Buried Feelings

A poem about what it feels like to be depressed or suicidal.

 Life is surreal.  

Nothing around you is real. 

You literally feel so much pain, that you feel nothing at all.

Your hands shake out of despair.

You want to die.

 

“Do it”, says the voice in your head.

You are too afraid to try, too afraid of the pain.

You starve yourself, you stop sleeping.

You take pills and get high, anything to rid of the pain.

And all in the hopes that you will die without trying.

 

Everything hurts so much, you wish you could cry.

You wasted all of your tears on his many lies.

And now you are broken and have to pay the price.

Just sitting here waiting, in agony.

You just need to end your life.

 

“No one will care if I’m gone”, you say.

“No one would noticed I’ve died”

But you are hiding this all from the people you love.

You have to protect them from feeling this.

Even if that protection means they are clueless.

 

If they don’t know, they cannot save you.

You are truly alone in this world.

If you only were gone, the pain would end.

People would be happier without you.

I have to take my chance.

 

So goodbye my friends.

I am sorry to leave you this way.

But the pain I feel leaves me numb inside.

I am tired of what I feel.

It is my time to die.

Author's Note

I had some issues with wording in the first half of the poem. Any suggestions?