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Depression

January 29, 2013
By Anonymous

All these things inside my head
won't leave me alone.
Nagging me to die,
and pleading for my attention.
It deprives me from sleep
and takes control over my thoughts,
leaving my emotions left harmed.
There's nothing left for me
in this world.
It's changing my entire soul.
What is there left of me?
Would anyone want to touch,
the feeling of being broken,
unmendable,
and frozen in place.
In time of this world.


The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this poem because of my daily thoughts. I am quite depressed, and to keep myself stable I write poems to express myself. I have an entire journal almost full of these types of poems.

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