Rescue Me

by ChaoticSchemer   Feb 28, 2009


I've worked my whole life
And what have I achieved?
I'm not happy, I feel empty
I feel so all alone

I have no friends left
My jobs have taken them from me
I don't meet new people, I don't go places
I work, and go to sleep, and drink

I drink away my problems
But they never go away
Every bottle brings me closer
To the problems I betray

I've left behind my family
They no longer wanted me around
And now that I have left them
They beg to come and visit

But what have I to give?
I'm have no special talent
I'm not gifted, I'm no genius
I'm not beautiful or outgoing

I have no stories to tell
When they call me on the phone
I don't have anecdotes or gossip
Just the dreams I've dreamt about

I don't know where I'm heading to
I don't know where I want to be
I don't know if I'll ever get to
The place I want to be

I've given up on everything
And everyone around me
I say it's not my fault but I realise
I'm pushing them away

I live inside a glass box
And I'm scared to step outside it
Because everyone can already see
What goes on inside my life

I'm no prize, I have nothing to give
But I want a chance to breathe
I want to be able to show myself
And not feel I'm hurting others

So I ask, what do I do?
Where do I go?
I have no guidance, no mother to help me
A father that abandoned me

I have no life, no stories,
No love, no promise
I'm just me. And I'm begging for a cure
From this horrid, spiteful disease
Called Depression
Please rescue me.

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  • 15 years ago

    by ChaoticSchemer

    I was just venting in this 'piece of work'. Not really meant to be anything special.

  • 15 years ago

    by Kurt

    I understand how you feel. As we grow older everyone and everything we used to know seems to slip away.

    I drink away my problems
    But they never go away
    Every bottle brings me closer
    To the problems I betray

    That stanza epitomizes the feeling that those who are depressed experience and the way it flowed worked perfectly. There are a few hiccoughs in the rhythm that could be changed to enhance the poetry rather than detract. For example in the first stanza last line, "all" is an extranneous syllable that really has no impact on what you're attempting to say. Other than a few rhythmical mistakes the poem is awesome and extremely heartfelt. The emotion is what drives the writing.

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