People have different ways of coping.
Some dance and sing,
Others run or exercise.
Mine is a little different.
My brother plays music
And I write my feelings down.
I write what I want to do,
Or I write what I do.
But no matter what I do,
I do it to keep myself afloat.
This depression is making me sink,
Further and furher down.
Depression is so cold,
Like ice water.
It burns ever so slightly,
Like Its getting warmer.
So you go deeper to where you can't touch.
When you realize the water is freezing and its too much.
And before you can get out you being dragged under,
By your terrifying monster.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
