Open Letter
I struggle with depression
I struggle with pain
Every morning I wake up
It seems like it's in vain
My family they love me
But it's me who don't love me
I look into the mirror
And all I see is terror
Its like I'm lost in a maze
For Every night I blaze
But when the high goes away
The devil comes out to play
The sun never shines
Only clouds they show
All my calls you decline
The reason I want to know
I have everything I want
I have everything I need
But yet I'm so unhappy
This depression is so real
I lay down at night and cry myself to sleep
You would think that I'm lying cuz there are no tears to show
I long for the day that I don't wake up
The glorious day that I return to dust
I've come a long way from where I was before
I just don't want to go on living anymore
Copyright © Reginald Telemacque | Year Posted 2017
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