A/N: I wrote this when I was 7. Just a few days after my grandfather passed away. It was the day before I was diagnosed with dysthymia, it's a mild but long-term type of depression. Recently, my therapist made me write down how I feel everyday to see if I need anti-depressants. Anyway onwards with the poem.
Everything
I see is dark and empty,
No one to be found
As I look around.
I feel emptiness inside
Complete emptiness.
I feel cold and unwanted.
I drop to the cold hard floor
And I start to shake violently.
A single tear trickles down my face
Then another, and another.
I find myself drowning in my own sorrow.
"Take me away" I scream
"I can't to this anymore" I sob
"I'm giving up"I whisper
I fought my demons, they won,
I squint as blinding light becomes brighter and brighter.
A tall skinny male figure in robes approaches me.
He sticks out his large pale hand,
I hesitate at first but grab it firmly.
He helps me up and leads me toward the blinding light.
I smile in what feels like ages.
I'm free.....free at last.....!
A/N my beautiful lost boys and girls how are you? So yeah this was my first ever poem I wrote. It means a lot to me. I love you, stay strong, and remember you're worth it.
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