The flowers never bloom, the stars don't shine,
The days pass by with clouds and rain. I'm told to run, I'm told to hide. The days go by without any sun. The birds don't come near, the bugs stay away. The world is a dead place.
The voices are just waves of noise. Floating around. I don't hear it, just little waves. The thoughts and feelings prevent me from hearing, prevent me from seeing. The cold is a blanket, the warmth is a shield. I'm screaming and crying but no body can hear. The laugh, they giggle, they don't really care. The world is a dead place.
The questions, they circle me, look at me, help me, they don't really see what has a come of me.
I had written this when I had severe depression. It has improved but it's not fun. Remember you are not alone.
YOU ARE READING
A dead place
PoetryA poem I wrote 1 year ago, when my depression was at its worst. I forgotten i had written it. I wonder if others can relate
