A poem about being depressed.

I yawn at the world’s ignorance,
I’m imprisoned by its burdens,
Forever frowning upon life,
As I walk into the darkness.

Looking through that covered window,
I imagine what life could be,
Wishing the brightness would shine through,
But I lay alone defeated.

I see through the murky tunnel,
Masterful of my destiny,
The faint light vanishing slowly,
While I wander about, hopeless.

Should I surrender to nature,
Only to watch myself recede?
Would I smile as others grieve me?
Why delay the inevitable?

2 thoughts on “Depression”

  1. This is just my exact feelings Im always depressed and wanting to kill my self and always writeing depressing poems and I have 5o of them. This is rely greate. Good job.

  2. yea man… you really captured the essence of that mental struggle between living and dying… reminds me of shakespeare “whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune…”

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