Depression
By Beverly Greene
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A gray and gloomy sky looms heavily over my head.
Despite the great need to, I can't get out of bed,
since my world had been completely torn in two.
I don't feel like there's anything positive that I can do.
I can't eat; I can't sleep; I can't concentrate on anything at all.
In fact, I don't seem to be able to do anything but bawl.
I don't really feel anything- I only feel sad.
Everything I try to do just turns out bad.
Sometimes I just want to give it all up and quit,
so I can finally stop feeling like no one cares a bit.
I feel like I have been left on a deserted island to be all alone,
and that instead of peace, louder becomes my heart's lonely moan.
I'm afraid of dying, but I just can't go on,
I even dread seeing the next morning's dawn.
I feel trapped in a world where I don't want to be.
I feel like no one knows I'm alive unless they need me.
I always feel extremely lonely and sad inside.
I feel like my soul has already died.
I want it all to stop and the pain to go away.
I don't want to have to face another day.
Everyone says that things will get better.
I see that happening on the twelfth of never.
I just want to lie down, I feel so tired.
I wish I could lose this gunman of the heart fate has hired!
All of the happiness I once felt
left the day that this hand fate dealt.
I wish I could again taste the sweetness of peaceful slumber,
but worrying about sleep will have to take a number.
The light of the moon is upon me now.
I wish I could make it all go away somehow.
Time is passing sluggishly fast
and each day becomes harder to get past.
The pain in my soul just will not stop.
All of my strength seems to have closed up shop.
Why do I have to be all alone when I need someone the most?
Of every negative emotion I seem to be the host-
I never meant to do anything to warrant this pain.
Why can't I stop the tears that continually fall like rain?
As I try again to finally get some sleep,
I wish there was happiness for my soul to keep.
If I should have the painful pleasure of death before I awake,
I pray that an everlasting peace my soul can take.
No! I just can't wait any longer! It all has to end!
So, goodbye to you, loneliness, my only friend!
Blood quickly trickles down my purposely damaged skin.
Now I won't ever have to feel this way again!
Darkness has come to take me to another place.
I can't see anything tangible, only empty space.
Who is here with me as I lose life's race?
I'll never forget your awful face!
Who is here, enduring death with me?
Oh God! I'm scared! Is that you I see?
No! It's not you. Your face that just cant' be!
Are you the messenger of death? Are you he?
Yeah, I thought so. Go ahead, take me.
COMPLETE DARKNESS
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