i've tried so hard,
to go and find,
a place to talk,
not run and hide.
i want this to be over,
i want this to be done,
but now that i've started,
its a game i haven't won.
myself in the beginning,
it wasn't so bad.
as i see myself now,
i am way too sad.
there's this one thing,
one single confession.
i've got to admit,
that i'm in depression.
all depression is,
is a giant black hole.
the further it goes,
you lose all control.
this is not funny,
it's nothing to joke about.
i'm lost and confused,
and upset no doubt.
why did i start
this stupid adiction?
it's hard to quit.
and that's fact not fiction.
time has gone,
and so must i.
the past is over,
it's time to fly!
i'm done with this,
i'm done with depression.
that no longer counts,
as my greatest obsession.
this is my turn,
my time to fly.
life has changed,
and so must i!
Sarah.....I have had depression all my life. I see the world in black and white. The glass is always half empty. But I am still alive. I have lived long enough for God to give me the 'gift' of poetry. I'm glad I waited to see my dream come true. Whatever your dream, God will hear you. Greenwolfe 1962
I admire your strength. Wish I could do the same. You have an indominatable soul that shines in your writing! Keep it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
spread your wings, fly from your black hole of depresion, let the sun shine on your beautiful feathers, be free from your chains, we all have been through it at some point, sometimes we just need to stop and look out, there is a beautiful world out there waiting for you, nice write: 0)