Pieces Misplaced
At first you wonder where has it gone
A very important piece of you that seems misplaced
Each day you fret what to do
Eventually before long the feeling comsumes
Then you fake a smile adn act like everything is okay
All you want to do is cry
Watching each day slowly pass by
The only comfort you have is sleep
Not wanting to wake up from its sweet embrace
Every day is a challenge as time marches on
Until you simply just don't care
Daily tasks become a chore
You ask yourself how much more can one endure
Still you must force yourself into family and work
Even though you can not seem to focus on your own self worth
Once you reach a level of utter despair
It becomes a sea of self loathing
Raping away your sanity
Demons and devils reach out pulling you into their icy depths
Until you look in the mirror and realize that it is only in your head
This is what it is every day for me
I am through pretending that I am fine
It is simply too much work
Isn't it so much easier not to care
Watch as time passes by in the outside world
While I hole myself indoors
That, for me at least, is what it is to be depressed
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