Shall I stay in my bed,
Bad thoughts in my head,
Not wanting to face the day?
Can I shrug off this feeling,
That weakens my mind,
Or push through in the usual way?
I loathe feeling this way,
I want to be gay,
And happy like I felt before,
I'll just dig in my heels,
Fight these demons in me,
Depression sure hits to the core.
I can't change the world,
I must go on,
For the world will go on without me,
So I put on my smile,
Only I can do this,
I'll give it my all,
You will see.
Jayne Louise Davies
Jayne, I totally empathize with you. And just like you, I fight the Black Dog by writing poetry. And he magically turns into a teddy bear. And the writing becomes that much easier.
I'm not 100 percent either, caught something doing the rounds, , I ache through coughing so I'll take a low profile today. But perk up Jayne and keep writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for the comments x So appreciated x