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Depression

In this life of pain and sorrow, with each day,another tomorrow. Do I really have to get out of bed? When the new days morn only fills me with dread. Why was I created? Why was I born? I don't laugh and smile, I seethe and scorn. I truly long to be carefree but depression's got it's hooks in me. Struggling through each day is tough, I've had all I can take, I've had enough. Now, you might be thinking suicide but it's not for me, I have my pride. Pride is positive, so you see, there is still some hope for me.

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Quinlan Reardon-Davis

Date: 3/3/2014 8:38:00 PM

Having suffered with depression for so many years this is a great poem its a battle we can either win or lose hold on to the positives in life you will always win

Jenny Brewer
Date: 3/3/2014 9:35:00 PM

Thank you Quin x

Paul Callus

Date: 2/26/2014 2:15:00 PM

I believe you are trying - successfully - to pass on a positive message. Nobody can lead a carefree life, problems lurk round every corner, but it's up to us to be strong and look at life with hope and belief.

Jenny Brewer
Date: 2/26/2014 3:38:00 PM

Hi Paul, Thank you,I am glad you see my poem in this way as that's exactly the message I am trying to convey.