Coping

This poem shows some of the struggles i go through with having depression.

My coping skills aren’t too great

They either involve physical

Or mental pain

They hurt on the surface

Or they hurt underneath

I write these things out

And pain goes along with them

Instead of blood

Tears run and stain my cheeks

Instead of blood staining my wrists

Sores and bumps from flicking

Callouses from burning

Ripped skin from scratching

Hurt heart from writing

Headache due to crying

Broken flood gates

Fists are bruised and bleeding

From punching the walls

My coping skills are very poor

But at least I am no longer knocking at deaths door

Every time I try to cope

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Hurting yourself is never the answer to coping with depression or anything for that matter, so please don't hurt yourself.

Reviews

[Aditi Goyal]

Beautifully written ❤️
‘Instead of blood ..Tears run and stain my cheeks....’
Amazing, keep up the good work