Depressions hold.

by Paula   Nov 18, 2004


Sometimes its quite scary the thoughts that come in my head.
Thoughts of wanting to cut myself (again ) and wanting to be dead.
Its hard to get away from depressions hold,
from the moment i wake till the minute i sleep i'm ready to fold.
On medication to keep me sane
sometimes i wonder if there's any thing to gain.
Im still in a big black hole with no help in sight,
I'm digging away but there isn't a glimmer of light.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Broken Angel

    I really like this poem AWESOME job come see mine sometime
    *amanda