I'm drowning.
Drowning in misery.
There's no anchor.
Only a chain around my waist.
To hold me down in place.
There's going to be no escape.
Not for me anyway.
I was the one that tried.
Tried so hard.
But failed.
Failed once again.
Do you not understand?
I've tried to stay positive.
Tried to not give in.
Tried to keep others happy.
Make them proud of me.
Now I'm only a disappointment.
To myself.
I hate it.
Hate my self.
Hate my demons.
Hate my insecurities.
Hate my looks.
Hate my stomach.
Feel so fat.
Feel ugly.
I hate it.
That's it. The final straw.
No strings attached.
I'm closing my heart.
Don't try to open it.
I've thrown away the key.
In 5......4....3.....2...1.
Now it's locked.
Locked forever.
So I can't get hurt.
Drowning in my sorrow.
My sadness.
My hurt.
My demons.
No one can save me.
I've already tried.
I'm done.
I'm keeping these feelings at bay.
Never again shall I pour out these feelings.
Lost and confused.
Maybe.
Never again shall I open this safe.
Now my demons can come and get me.
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Poems
PoetryPoems based on depression. Sometimes based on my emotions. And current events. But generally they aren't.
