Untitled Poem About My Depression.

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This is trash but oh well.

Some days I feel like I'm ok
And others are just not great
Those days are when I'm at my worst.
In fact as I write
I begin to cry with silent tears

Sadness is different from this feeling
This feeling is just apathy that never goes away.
I don't care if I cry.
I don't care if I die

Suicidal you say?
No that's not right
I just really don't care at all if I die or if I live

They say I'm an insomniac.
It's part of the apathy.
I stay up thinking terrible thoughts.
Fighting wars I've already fought time and time before.

"You're weak" the voices say.
"See you couldn't even make it through today.
You try but you fail at everything, including your own life.
You couldn't even save yourself."

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