I feel
confused.
I hurt inside,
wishing to die.
But I can't
because I refuse
to lose.
I want to cry,
but I much rather,
that all stay inside.
I want to scream,
but I seem,
to never gather
enough courage to do it.
I cut,
hoping it all goes away.
But none of the feelings ever seem to fade.
I can't help but sometimes feel bad,
for being sad.
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
