Sessions of Depression

by Shelby G.   Jun 2, 2005


I feel the tears behind my eyes, once again I cry
Another session of depression and hate, another time of wanting to die
Call upon the god above, ask him if he'd please
Take my life and let me die, put my soul at ease
I feel the blood within my veins, so tempting to make myself bleed
Holding the knife erect in my hand, it's seemingly a need
Press the blade upon my skin, the flesh is - death is soon
Add a scar to my collection, the tears in my soul are sewn
Let the tears roll down my face, watch my world fall down
Watch the blood drips hit the floor, the room is spinning around
Drop after drop - tears and blood- teeth and fists are clenched
Quickly the knife meets the floor, in blood - in tears - I'm drenched
Don't blame the Lord, don't blame the world, don't blame my sickened strife
Don't blame family, or my friends, blame me myself and my life
If ever to love, to cherish a soul, hold it close to my heart
they shall suffer a fate much worse than death, from which they cannot part
Just another face in the crowd is gone, it seems to have maybe left
And no one knows the face in the crowd is face-to-face with death
Laying on my floor, with my last breath of air, I slowly slip away
Into the void, into a hell, on this seemingly beautiful day
Restricted from my freedom, Addicted to my strife
Constricted in the arms of hate, stripping me from life
I felt the tears behind my eyes, I couldn't stop from crying
The last session of depression and hate, at least - at last- I'm dieing

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jabb

    A very good poem... good choice of words and ryhthm... 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by AllHailTheHeartbreaker

    Good way of decribing depression... It was very clear and descriptive. I really like the wordplay as well.
    -Kate

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