My walls trap me in a cage of depression,
They are filled with memories, but I don't regret them
They make me feel sad, angry,happy and alive
But I'm only human so I hope I'll survive.
I used to just sit and stare,
But now my walls do the staring and they are everywhere
They know they made me happy
But now they know that I'm not
Now they just sit and ridicule me of the picture that remain
Because they remind me of a life I thought would never change.
So now I just sit here and wait as my walls close in
Because depression is coming
And I'm scared I might not win..
~Brandi
This is the first poem I ever wrote, the poems I write will be marked with my name at the end.
