Pools Of Depression Poem by Patrick Derilus

All of what I carry on to learning is too difficult to believe..
I persist to question whether if I should hold myself and continue off from where I started...
Till my second thoughts turn into self assumptions...
I am nothing but a soul confused on where to continue off from..
I sometimes don't know what to think or believe anymore...
I don't know if I should continue to break down and cry like the weakling I am...
Or try to fight back this monster laying dormant within my core...
Writing in anger and misery...
Always asking the one downstairs what he wants..
Feeling as if he created loopholes for every action I make...
From here, I don't know if I should continue any longer...