Depression To Death

by Jess   Nov 13, 2006


Depression hits you hard as a boulder, your every thought is about what life is worth it... is it worth waking up, is it worth faking a smile that everyone knows its fake anyway... i have depression... every moment of the day my life starts and ends with tears and blood... tears, not from physical pain, but from emotional pain that never leaves my head... the same nightmare plays over and over again in my head like a broken record player that repeats the same scene that turned me into this walking hole... holes that are filled with nothing, black... darkness... I feel nothing and the only way i seem to try and see whether or not i exist i cut... deeply... until i slice my veins and my liquid life pours out... the feeling of peace for a split second is intoxicating, although at times, i have already nearly died... i yearn for death that moment when my body turns cold i will use every last bit of energy to scream WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME NOW?' and then lie dead and stiff on the ceramic tiles of my bathroom... People are warning me off, but no offense, it wont work... someday i will do it... Kill myself! and to all those people who have tried to help, don't be sad and feel like you failed... you haven't, you did all you could, but i am just one of those people who are too in depth with Death and yearn for it so much that it has consumed me and i will consume death... TAKE ME NOW AND LET ME REST FINALLY!

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