DepressionA Poem by Bridea MaiLiving with the pain of an unrecognized mental illnessI Depression A pit of darkness Looming shadows Across your face. Every day's the same. Walking in a slumber Time stands still Your physical being Is here, but your Soul is long gone. No one can see that you are strong. How can you belong? Faces blur, no meaning. Fake a smile to hide your shame No one cares, or knows your name. They aren't the ones to blame.
II Wake up, O dreamer You scream in fear. Why am I here? Trapped, no control. Emotions cold This isn't you; Dark creature forming. Time. Time passes Unmercifully, cruel Slow motion controls Visions of demons Where angels had tread.
Heart beats a race Hide your face Can't watch fate take all you have away. Thought you had it all Before the fall On your knees Crumbling. Cursing the heavens Muttering.
Can't win the fight Don't have the strength. Life became a battlefield Fighting for every breath you take. Mistake?
III No one must know How you feel, Although its real They will think you're weak.
Anger floods through at yourself, the world, those you love. You wake up to find You've done nothing but shove Them away.
Smiling at every cruel word you say Nothing in this life is okay. Instead of feeling remorse Anger runs through your blood Again, you curse.
The words spilling outside your mouth Do not reflect the contents of the heart. It's not you who says those things, and yet, who? Have you really become A monster?
IIII Denial A smile Trying to make everything worthwhile I can fix the brokenness Lend me glue And a hammer.
Don't need to run Just pretend its ok Then maybe one day You will wake up and It will have gone away. That's what they want you to say.
Hope. What is this but the very reason To keep existing when you're not living But waiting for the real life To begin.
How will this end? Will life become a foe? A friend? Will it extend it's hand in charity? Or will you cease to breathe?
V. The grave will mock your dignity. So life must be the plea Innocent, not guilty. No matter how hard it is Keep fighting. As long as your head is over water No one can say you are drowning Smile, and cease your frowning Even though your heart is pounding
VI
You live each moment Unable to control The darkness lurking in the shadows.
Like a spider web ebbs The bitterness weaves A pattern on your soul That never leaves.© 2015 Bridea Mai |
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Added on January 23, 2015 Last Updated on January 23, 2015 Tags: depression, illness, poem AuthorBridea MaiAboutI love to write, among other things. If you want to know, feel free to ask! My favorite poets are Keats and Frost. I write mostly poetry and some novels. more..Writing
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