I was a young girl who was caged up inside herself,
The depressed feeling was all I felt.
I feel that I cant escape,
But I know -- I will not break.
Our brains are sick, but that's okay,
Because I know I will get better someday.
A few years have passed,
I have relapsed,
But, it all went by fast.
I'm picking myself up piece by piece,
And I'm glad that I let all of my demons release.
More years have passed, I'm now 20 years of age,
And I'm no longer trapped within a cage.
I'm married, now, to the love of my life,
I knew that things would end up right.
It still gets bad sometimes,
And I still occasionally cry,
But I know that I'm alright.
25 years have passed, I'm now 45 years old,
My heart is no longer broken and cold.
I have two kids, a girl and a boy,
I actually feel pure joy.
It's 30 years later, I'm now 75,
I'm getting old, yet, I feel alive.
My kids are older and have kids themselves,
I am the happiest I've ever felt.
20 years later... I'm in Heaven now,
This isn't a sob story, so do not frown.
The only thing I was ever against was myself,
I was depressed and couldn't get out.
If you were like this, then you were like me,
I'm glad I can finally say: "I'm free."
~Holly Little
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The Years Passing By
PoetryWe are writing poems in English class and it was on whatever we wanted it to be, so I wrote mine about a girl who went through depressing but as the years go by she got better. Hope you like it <3