Sitting with my thoughts all alone,
Doing bad things when I am home.
I did try to do more than just hurt myself yesterday,
I'm at the moment not really doing okay.
Knowing I'll feel like a burden if I ask for a helping hand,
Also knowing if I do I'll perhaps have a better option as to where to land.
Mind spinning in racing circles like a tornado,
I do still have some hope that someday I will get better though.
I have been trying real hard,
But my racing thoughts keep running around in my mind, in the yard.
At home I try to act alright,
When I am isolating in my room it's a fight.
Will I ever win this battle I'm in?
Will I ever think I'm no longer a victim?
What a complete mess I've been.
At this moment I feel I'll never get better,
At least I have started writing others a goodbye letter.
The emotions I am feeling,
They are keeping me from healing.
I am full of fears,
Will those fears continue for the rest of my days and maybe years?
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A Depressed Person Poem
I wrote a prose piece on Fear - so many varieties. If personal poem, seek professional help, if poem about a paranoic - then you captured it nicely. Welcome to postpoems. Looking forward to your next offering ~allets~