Poems From My Allpoetry Account

Depression

You want to know the real silent killer?

You want to know what makes you really wither?

It's not drugs, it's not a lack of hugs

No.... It's depression... Cold hard dark depression.

It's a feeling of compression.

It works in you like a deadly weapon.

Making you feel weak and unable to speak.

So all we do is weep,

and pray to God that it will all get better in a week or two.

But when you're depressed....that dream that hope never becomes true,

and we think to ourselves what the heck did I do!?

To deserve all this pain I'm going through.

To see all the people you thought loved you just walk away,

and act like they never knew you anyway.

All because of what depression does to us.

It turns us into people nobody wants to be around,

because all we ever do is frown.

What else can we do when every time we call for help.

No one ever seems to give a yelp.

They just tell us to leave you are just disturbing our peace.

People call us weak, mean, cold, stubborn, a downer you name it,

but they don't even know the whole story.

The story that has no glory.

About someone who hates their life.

About someone whose heart got hit with a knife.

About someone who's left everything, and is now feeling so much pain.

So as that someone sits in the rain they think to themselves why me?

Why do I have to be the person who feels so lost and empty?

So now as most of us do he moves on and acts like nothing's wrong.

When deep down he feels so dead inside.

It's something he wishes he didn't have to hide,

but he knows if he shows people his pain.

They would just run away again, and it would be the same ugly game.

So he sits alone,

and just prays to be known.

He hopes people would realize

all he wants to be is happy, and all he needs is something meaningful to come into his life.

He hopes he will be able to see the sun when that glorious day comes.

Depression is the silent killer.

Depression is something that really makes you wither.

But if you just believe you can make it, and just move on through the muck.

You will realize that life is beautiful and it doesn't suck.

So look up and just stay strong.

You just have to keep on moving along.

Maybe someday your depression will go away.

And we can say I'm so glad I don't feel this way.

And we can live our life in perfect harmony.

Away from all sadness and just feel a lot of gladness.

For the road we traveled was worth every second.

It made us stronger and realize that life is worth every minute.