Best Poems Written by Chelsea Simpson

The Mind of Depression

Sick of the sadness
                         Tired from the pain
                         I got nothing to lose 
                         Yet nothing to gain 

                        In a world full of people
                              I feel so alone
                        They say they love me 
       But they don't see what their actions have shown 

                            My body is numb 
                   I don't feel anything anymore
             It's like I'm locked in an empty room
                             No key to the door 

         Imprisoned, trapped, no way out of my head
         Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off dead

                         There is no reason to live
                   I've given everything I had to give 

                           I am lost with no direction
                       I told myself I wouldn't let it win 
                        But deep down I know it's won 

                        What makes me feel this way?
           Is it Depression? Anxiety? Or just pure self hate?
                 There's no time to fix it; No time to wait 
             I've created my own hell and this is my fate 

                            Time ran out a while ago 
    My hands have been grasping my last piece of hope  
        But these hands they're tired, they can't hold on 
                                         anymore 

            It's time to let go; to declare truce on this war

           These demons inside of me shout at their victory

             I will no longer be a part of what is called society
          I have no choice, for I am powerless to my anxiety

                         An empty, dull, emotionless shell
                 Until I bid farewell to this place I call HELL

Copyright © Chelsea Simpson | Year Posted 2017