Alone and Depressed
Alone and Depressed
The dictionary states that alone is on one’s own; by oneself, or isolated and
lonely. Yet even this definition cannot grasp the meaning to one who lives their
life in isolation. Isolation not only to the world around you but sometimes to
yourself. Depression tears at you when you least expect it for you have no one to
comfort you. It’s Never having any one to enjoy the day with or to share your
problems with. You get so tired of being alone that you sleep, not because you
are tired but because you try to find a way to make this dreadful day end faster.
You sleep for the thought that tomorrow will be better. Alone is being in a group
and being so scared of what they are thinking that you hide mentally so as not to
leave your self open for hurt and despair, closing all doors that may lead out of
this eternal darkness.
This darkness here that I call life
revolves around my darkened strife.
It seems as though I may never escape
for it seems all my misdeeds are always playing on tape.
Round and round that tape does go
showing me all the people I once did know.
Pushed away by my blackened heart,
angry at them for the things I probably did start.
Even now as my life and heart did change
im still alone because we have become estrange.
This darkened heart I once had is back
because of the feelings I shoved in this sack.
But the darkness I have is not towards them
even though it would be easier to just blame all of them.
Its towards this life I now must face
and pray that I live out my life with the utmost grace
and never live those days I had of disgrace.
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