Dear Depression
Dear depression,
You laid with me into the late hours of the night
Filled my mind with toxic thoughts, right until the sunlight
You sharply caressed both wrists, leaving your mark
Felt as though all that was left was the dark
You manipulated my mind to think everyone will leave
That all I'd be left with was you, was that what you wanted to achieve?
You were there when my enemies stripped me from my innocence
Left me with your presence and was trapped ever since
You got jealous of my friends and those close to me
Saying "How could they love you? You know how absurd that would be?"
At the hands of a ghost you threw words at me shaped like rocks
Suffocating me in as if I had installed locks.
You made me swallow pills so that sleep could swallow me
In hopes that my bed would swallow my sadness as if that were the key
Dear depression,
Our first few days were really quite okay
You'd hold me captive in my room right until the very next day
Others had told me that it was just a phase
That everything would be okay, as it usually was anyway
But you become malicious. Wicked. Venomous
Like a parasite feasting off my happiness
You built prison bars out of the very walls of my room
Concealed the light with thoughts of an unspeakable doom
You made a home beneath my skin, constructed my lungs and invaded my mind
Allowed yourself in filled me with misery, torment and all pain combined
Dear depression,
I beg you. Please please give me a break, haven't you defeated me enough already?
You've weakened my strength and tossed me in a state of being terribly unsteady
You forced me to exist but prevented me to live
Yet a view outside my window was all that you could give
Dear depression,
I'm getting really sick of having you around
Being trapped between four walls and most days; even bed bound
Today is the day where it will be me who defeats you
Mark my words, today will be the day of that mighty breath through
Your attempts to rid me from this world, to have me say my final goodbyes
"Oh but you're better off dead" Come on depression, you don't really think I'd believe those lies?
Dear depression,
Your services are no longer required
You've stuck around long enough, aren't you getting tired?
Time to move on and let me be
I've got so much in store, you just wait and see
Depression, you have finally been dismissed
But don't hold your breath, you won't be missed.
Copyright © Chelsea Gonthier | Year Posted 2017
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