All life is
Is turbulence and pain,
Running from your problems because
You want them to finally go away,
A few weeks of relief
When the load wasn't too heavy,
But now it's a 100 pounds,
Not including
Your mind's disturbing tragedy;
People say reach out,
People around you
Want you to ask for support,
But that voice in your head -
The one little friend
That won't ever leave -
Says you're a burden,
You're stupid,
You're stressing people out,
Your worrying the people you care about,
Their time is a knife
Because they know you exist,
Your existence is meaningless,
Nothing you do
Could ever matter,
Because nothing you did
Was ever good enough -
But the biggest thing,
That that the world keeps showing you,
Is that everyone lies; and
Everyone will eventually leave;
Because no one wants
To keep something that's broken.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of the Deep
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years dealing with my journey through depression and self-harm. It's a mental health journey. (Also, I've Updated the cover! Final Edition) Trigger warning: lots of my writing is a bit dark - deals wit...
