Depression

Darkness closes all around me
holding me in its tight grip
all i can seem to feel is Anger
Sadness
and Lust.
Anger for everything that goes wrong
everything that i seem to do
Sadness for things that happen to me
things that happen to my friends
Lust for the thrill of sex
that seems to move me deeper than anything.
no other things seem to matter
whether i die or not
i don't care
the world is lost to me
as i fall into my pit of hell
down, down, down
i will lose myself there forever
and ever.

Reviews

[Philip Smith]

A very moving and sad poem. We said alot in such a small space. Liked the flow too. Not be mushy and not to "strange" a good mix. nice