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About depression

By Rene PetersPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Niklas Kickl on Unsplash

I feel so alone

With no place to truly call home.

On myself, I take out my aggression

Being caused by this depression.

I feel so alone in this thing called "life."

Right now, all I want is a knife.

I don't want to end it all

but this feeling seems like a brawl.

I look at the scale,

in hopes to prevail.

With this struggle, will I succeed?

I don't want to rewind and repeat.

This feeling is like a living hell,

almost as though I am trapped in a cell.

Does it ever get better?

Now I am forever stuck wearing a sweater.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Rene Peters

I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.

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