There are glass walls here that you can’t see,
Like an invisible cage they encompass me, whatever phrase or gesture I make, nothing will cause my prison to break.
I cannot see what will bring my doom,
but I feel it surrounding me in my invisible room,
it’s like each day is exactly the same as the last,
as I sit within all the layers of glass.
I do not listen to music anymore,
and the drawings I make only litter the floor,
the dreams I have left are of waking up late,
and eating poutine but not gaining weight.
I tried catharsis, medications and thrills, but none of it ever made me fulfilled,
so I looked for the answers deep in my mind,
only to find myself more deeply confined.
I miss the days that lasted through the night,
when the sun was warm and the moon was bright,
now I’m like a goldfish swimming in circles in the lake,
too wary of the walls that my mind makes.
There are glass walls here that you can’t see,
Like an invisible cage they encompass me, of all the goals and effort I make,
will anything i do ever change my Fate?
By DirtyMistress
this poem is about how it feels to be depressed. I wrote it some time ago now but I still sort of like it. It’s probably not very unique or original but I hope someone out there can relate.
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