If depression were a party

I’m tired of waking up with an emotional hangover
Eyes dry, head throbbing
But I didn’t pick this poison
The light fades out into the evening and the feelings consume me
If only I had the choice of whether or not I have a few too many because god d****t I’m tired of suffering the consequences
Trapped with a body and mind that I didn’t want in the first place
I didn’t start this addiction
This vicious cycle
It wasn’t a decision I made but the pressure that forced it in
Every hit knocked back like a shot straight to my heart
Projectile word vomit tried to save me from going any further
Just pray that I don’t choke
Dear god I’m tired of waking up every day
Waking up in places I don’t remember falling asleep and yet not wanting to leave until the pain goes away
But this isn’t the type of pain that can go away with a glass of water and a couple of Tylenol
Hold my straw-like hair behind my neck and tell me it’s gonna be okay, over and over
And just know that we’ll be here a while
Promise you won’t leave me alone

Reviews

[Planet x]

I like your style , this is the second one I read
You can write the deepest feelings with simple words

[Gaurav]

That's so soothing to read (though it's about d word)..but it's an honest poem..somehow similar to the content in my poem 'pessimism during big bang' http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Gauravv/1703427/

do check it out :)