Depression Poem by Zinger Wingz

I'm emotionally sick.
My mind is dying quick.
I sleep ‘cause I'm weak
I'm afraid to be awake because life becomes a dick.
My heart is sore.
I really can't take it anymore.
Life is suffocating, I can't breathe.
I'm surprised I still want to live.
Throw me in a dark room and lock me up.
I want everything and everyone to shut the f**k up!
Do I allow life to treat me this bad
Or am I just destined to be sad?
I'm a pessimist who strives for happiness
But all I get is a big emotional mess.
I write because no one will listen.
I pray this doesn't make me distant.
I want to feel beautiful and brave
But you can't feel what you don't have.
I want to love with my soul
But who would ever love my agonized soul?
NO! I want to feel nothing, absolutely nothing at all.
I can no longer stand to see myself fall.
Everyone cares enough to see me alive
But no one cares enough to see how I survive.
I want my mind to take me to a realm of silence and stars
So I can finally get rid of my psychological scars.
For too long I've been my own mental slave.
I think it's time to take my demons to the grave.
I've learned to find comfort in the pain
But now I'm starting to think that was all in vain.
They say everything you'll ever feel is temporary
But the duration of my ‘depression' is becoming an eternity.
I want to be calm and wear a smile so bright,
But how can I do that if the only solace I find is in the night?
All I can do now is be positive
And stop thinking I'm so darn repulsive.
Even though I'm seemingly hopeless and crummy,
If I fake it enough, I'll probably end up happy.