My depression is odd;
It rests in my lap,
A heavy boulder that will cause me to sink.
It lays next to me in bed
My lover I suppose.
It whispers my insecurities to me
In deep slumber,
It tattoos my mistakes on my hands,
It poisons my drink with paranoia,
And stabs me in the back.
Only when the knife is twisted into my heart
Is when I realize I will live like this,
Dead and insecure.
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Depression is something that i have to deal with in the daily but yeet yeet I hope this year it’ll be better. I wrote this recently so idk tell me what you think.