Depression III

I think it’s eating my soul

As I once again fall

Oh now I feel it all

I was just fine this morning…

I’d tell them what was wrong 

If only I could figure out what’s going on
Come on, hold on! 

Why aren’t you strong? 
I stare blankly at the wall…the darkness looks so complicated 

I think about everything and how much I hate it. 
I don’t see it now but I know somehow a good day will come and although it won’t stay

It will be a moment… 
a moment free of sadness, a moment free of pain and a moment free of numbness. 
A free moment. 


From a girl who lost her mind.

10 thoughts on “Depression III

  1. Lift yourself up,
    And get on a roll,
    the moment which you await,
    of freedom and solace,
    in your hands it is,
    grab it anytime,
    and win this race.

    Lovely words, Ma’am. Truly endearing, this poem is. Will be awaiting more like these.
    P.S – I couldn’t resist writing this little piece here. Hope you like it. 🙂

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