failure

depression fighting my selfworth

The burning feeling inside eats me alive

Failure.

My brains yells at me to end it

My heart feels there is no redemption for my glutany

Pain searing through my veins begging for a scratch, a cut, a burn

Love doesn’t interest me only salvation

Salvation against the heartless pit in my chest that yells DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!

Ending my existence would solve nothing but clear the pain

Feeling is there but that is it, no happiness, no compassion, no faith

Just anger, sadness, depression

Dreams flood my head of death,spouses infedelity, jealousy, rage

Kindness is all that is left and its leaving slowly

Animals annoy me, people depress me, things are worthless

Magic is all that is left

It hold to another being and yet hides from the believer

Opening the eyes is what is done and yet it hides from them

Reviews

[Fictari]

I really enjoyed this poem.Adressing the self deprication often involved with depression was an appreciated decision.I'm glad you wrote about this; I understand these feelings (almost to a tee with a little difference here and there) and it feels really good to knwo there is someone out there who feels the same.Tahnk you for the great poem.