Fake smile...
Fake laugh...
It's all fake; every happy thing you do.
It's all fake, but they don't notice.
They're all caught up in their own little worlds of fake friends and lies and cheats.
They can't seem to understand anybody else's pain.
Or any real pain for that matter.
And your stuck here in your own little island of pain wishing, just praying for that one person, any person, to come take you off of this wretched island, or at least join you so you don't feel alone.
But, no your just stuck here with only your mind as company.
Only having the painful thoughts be your conversations,
Having every sob be your music.
There's no way off this 'Island of Despair'
Not alone anyways.
But no one is coming, not until it's too late.
And your stuck here in your own little island of pain wishing, just praying for that one person, any person, to come take you off of this wretched island, or at least join you so you don't feel alone these lines express hope.. all that is not so depressive....... there is also sunlight after a dark night. be positive and spread positive vision through your poems. thank you for this very nice poem. tony
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Depression - life at its very low ebb is well depicted in the poem. An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Isabelle. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.