There are moments
where I can’t function
I don’t want to be here
I’m not suicidal-
I just don’t want to
be here anymore
I think I could be depressed
What do I know though?
Not a doctor
Lonliness knows my name
knows how much I hurt
Not happy-
I just play pretend
What would people think
I they knew- REALLY knew
I just play pretend at being happy
Would they care?
Listen?
Change-
Probably not.
It’s just a phase-
You’ll be fine
You’re ok
Have you just THOUGHT
about being happy?
You think I can just snap
my fingers and be fine?
BELIEVE ME, I’VE TRIED
no dice
Maybe drinking would
help me- But I don’t drink
Hurting myself physically
I’m an old hat at doing
But I said I wasn’t going there
anymore
It just hurts so badly sometimes
I want someone- anyone to notice
that I’m not ok-
But they don’t notice
I’m on my own
Hello? Help me!
I need some help down here
I am on edge and It’s going into
a panic attack.
I feel like I am dying
short of breath
achey
crampy
clammy
Oh God help me please
Stop
Breathe
Stop
breathe
No
not like that
Slow it down
Slow down
slow
Like that.
you’re doing ok
I’m lucky to have only faced depression for a very short period in my life. You’ve found words to aptly describe that purgatory. I don’t have any idea how to help other than to suggest what you do as your poem suggests, Breathe…keep breathing … one moment at a time… and finding things in life to be grateful for, no matter how small.