Depression poems

Final Day

Breathing hard

My movements slow and shaky

I can't see anything

I can't feel my pain

Getting scared

Why am I blind

To the world

Infront of my eyes?

When all the rest

Seems so clear

All I see

Is lots of fear

Small and broken

Fragile and bruised

Hurt, locked away, and used

Just a toy

For your sick desire

This life makes me tired

End my suffering

You started it

Is there light?

I see a small shimmer...

Is it heaven

Or hellfire?

Either way

This is my final day