Depression isn't obvious but suicide is.
My pain nobody sees.
My my mangled body they shall see.
My head was all but a mess.
Depression overtaking me.
Suicide was to be my bid for freedom.
Becuase deppression isn't obvious but suicide is.
Depression is never obvious even when its staring them in the face.
But now suicide will be obvious how can it not?
Now my life is too much to bear.
Suicide I shall commit.
Now its obvious but its all too late.
this poem reflects how I feel I've been diagnoised as depressed by17 doctors and my parents still don't believe them
I hear you and wish to hear more from you, climb up from the well, you've fallen into. Find your voice and scream out, rage if you can than stand and speak out again and again. be well
this poem is so true i love this poem and i am going to tell everyone about it
It's never too late. Help is there and the right help, helps.
I can really relate to it.... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night, depression you are killing me too.... Keep courage.... Well expressed... Naila
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ive got to read a poem that reflects my own feelings in front of my class, so im choosing this one. I hope you dont mind ~A.B