Am I alive or am I dead
My greatest regrets repeating in my head
Feeling so empty and cold
Like a puddle of my blood forming the shillout of a mold
Wondering if I'll ever be missed
Trapped in my own darkness
Lost to the lucidity of my own mind
The depression a way of time
Counting down the days left of my life line
Lost in all these silly rhymes
Trying to breathe
But no longer living
Lost all hope
Lost all meaning
Confused with what is real
Saying grace at my last meal
Counting down the seconds till death
Watching in hell
As they put me to rest.
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Poems For The Depressed
PoetryHave you every felt so depressed you felt like the world was crashing down around you?
