Depression

Just an older poem of mine

Depression's a deep hole I bury myself in,
Trying to leave the world.
Needing an escape.
Trying to hide the pain,
The pain I live with day by day.

Needing an escape.
Trying to hide from the world,
The world that kills me,
The world that thrills me,
With it's pain and sorrow,
That's killing me now.

It destroys me inside and out,
Day and night I feel the pain.
My hopes and dreams become destroyed,
And become a part of a haunting past.
A past that is preffered to be forgotten,
But cannot be forgotten.

It comes back,
And plays over and over again,
Through my mind,
Bringing back the pain,
Not letting me forget.
Not letting happiness fill my life,
But letting sorrow and pain take over,
Till death reaches me.

Reviews

[S.S.P.]

congrats on your newest award :) I hate to say "good job" to a poem about depression but you have done one.

[Passingdaze]

It leaves itself open like any good writing should. Excellence in simplicity. Depression can literally kill people and this is a great defining piece. Great.

[We are young.]

Nice, the end gave me chills.

[1]

I see depression as a stand not a hole. Against the insanity of it all and the soul killers. Just a place to be to recoup.
The Lovecraft quote got to me. Grew up on him, had first edition Arkham House editions till I had to pay rent.
Excellent poem.

[C Lee]

As some one who has battled this and still does daily, this a a great piece of work. Thank you for opening up and sharing.

[Emily Cooper]

This ones going in my favorites! This poem hits colse to home for me... Well done..

[Robert James Falcon]

Very Nice. I have felt like that before and have written about it. Depression sucks and I know that.