There isn't any hope
For me now.
No therapy helps,
Medicine isn't an option.
I'm lost and tired.
Not alone,
But I feel lonely
I feel scared.
Talking to him
Doesn't help me.
Not anymore.
It never did.
I've never had
To deal with
Anything
Quite like this before.
There isn't any hope
For me now.
I've lost the will
To get it back
Since this illness
Has made me so
Tired.
Unmotivated.
Angry.
Anxious.
Its name is Depression.
YOU ARE READING
Misfortune
Poesía!! WARNING: POEMS MAY BE DEPRESSING !! This book was originally for poems about sadness, now it's just venting in the form of poems.
