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Everything Leads To This

Everything always leads back to this Sitting on the floor searching for the words But everything is empty Empty thoughts, empty hopes, empty heart Wondering how you got here But there was no path There was no trigger Just sudden nothingness You wonder how long this time A couple hours, days, weeks, months? And that's what makes it the worst Not knowing when you'll feel again And just when it becomes unbearable you wake up And today you feel You get out of bed and have breakfast You have the energy to clean your room You reach out to people Things are finally looking up It's been weeks of feeling alive again And for a moment you think maybe it's permanent And for a moment you feel weightless But then it happens You wake up feeling empty All the relief and happiness is gone And the dreadful realization sets in That this will be your constant cycle Because everything always leads back to this

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Date: 9/4/2018 2:51:00 PM
It's your life... sharing emotional struggles and the deep dark beauty of your world. Love you and keep writing... this outlet will set you free?
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Date: 9/3/2018 7:06:00 PM
Oh, Brea, your moving poem is heartrending in its description of the cycles of turmoil experienced.. Someone close to me lives with the emotional/physical turmoil of severe depression/anxiety, and I feel in your poem what they live with every day. A brilliant piece, beautifully expressed.. The last two lines are heartbreaking. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan
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