Depression Poem by Elizabeth Walker

I wanted to talk, but no one's around
I'm trying to think but my head's too loud
I'ts drowning out the little good that I posess
I wish for once I could just rest
Draw the bath water to ease the aches and pains
only to realize that the hurting remains
not so much physical it's all in my head
thoughts creep in and make me wish I were dead
my heart sinks deeper I've lost my soul
people dont understand that I'm not a whole
a broken person an empty glass
I feel so defeated like trashy low class
so overwhelmed with problems where does one start?
to fill the holes that i have in my heart