I hate this feeling
Of sinking down.
Of never rising
Until I drown.
I hate these thoughts.
I hate being sad.
I hate not caring.
I hate being mad.
Depression sucks.
So many know.
Please, tell me,
How to let it go.
Tell me how to rise.
Tell me how to fly.
Tell me how to lift
My spirits to the sky.
Please, can't anybody hear?
Won't someone lend a hand?
Won't someone lend an ear?
I'm so lonely.
I cry for help.
Silently, of course.
I wouldn't want to burden anyone.
But still, I cling to hope.
I'll be better by tomorrow,
I tell myself.
Sometimes it's true.
Sometimes, it's a lie.
I just have to wait.
I'm tired of waiting.
I want to feel better now.
I have things to do.
Oh well, I guess.
I've done this time and again.
I know how it starts
And I know how it ends.
I'll be better soon.
Or not.
We'll see.
Please pray for me.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
