Depression
Deep into darkness I flow,
Thoughts in my head no one knows.
Down and down I am falling,
A voice is forever calling.
The thick forest of my mind,
Keeps me forever blind.
Days when I feel like crying,
My mind tells me I'm dying.
So many noises in my head,
Please god I wish I was dead.
Where is the angel to set me free,
At least give me back a happy memory.
Of days when I would sing and dance,
Walk into the pub just by chance.
All I see are four walls,
Someone listen to my call.
Fears and worries will not go,
Pills they forever flow.
Morning, night and midday,
To take the bad thoughts away.
Spare a thought for me,
This my life of hell.
Those who have suffered depression,
Will know these feelings well.
(C) Holly 2006
I wrote this poem for someone in my life, who sufferes from serious
Depression, to the state where their life became so unbareable,
they almost attempted suicide. Depression if left untreated
can go over the depressive state and turn into psychotic
depression. For two years they had
suffered with feelings of being watched from their window,
people were out to get them, and eventually put them into a mental
breakdown. Although with the good care they are receiving.
I know one day they will recover,
but at present time seeing the light at the end
of that tunnel seems to be taking forever.
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