Depression

So, I wrote this a couple weeks ago, the third poem i've written since September. It's kind of complete *&%! but I figured maybe I can get better if I
get criticisms?

Getting the wool,

Pulled over,

Your eyes.

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Scratchy, red, tired eyes,

Preparing for closure,

When you say your last goodbye.

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Your mother says,

She hasn't seen your smile,

In days.

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When you hear the voices:

"Depression isn't real"

Too much, until its just noise.

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It isn't being 'sad'

Failing a paper,

Running to dad.

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It means my brain,

Is different,

Makes me feel pain.

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"Chemical Imbalance"

You don't understand,

The world has been silenced.

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Remember when we were young,

With Monsters under the bed,

We could hear their lungs.

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And sometimes knowing,

It isn't real,

Doesn't keep you going.

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While, I've realized,

The pain of living,

So i'm keeping this heart sealed.

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Monsters aren't real,

But Bullies are,

Selling their souls for a deal.

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Can you go to heaven,

If you kill yourself,

Will 'god' tell you no?

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If so, I guess,

I'll see you in Hell.

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So

Much

For

Eternal

Rest.

The End

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