by Catherine 12 months ago in sad poetry

A Poem by Me


I can't stop to think

If I stop my brain may shrink


Ask itself what's wrong

I'll spiral down

I keep going distracting my mind

Maybe I'll forget all my pain this time

Maybe I'll move on

Into a better time

Maybe I'll live long

Or stop telling myself that lie

Maybe I’ll believe myself this time

I'll hope for a better life

But I can't

Because hope kills the dreams

I dream in my sleep

Optimism is a false positive

It brings me down

With empty promises

And I think


Just maybe

It's all my fault in the end

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I am a 20-year-old college student who deals with depression and anxiety and uses writing and poetry to understand it better. This is my raw feelings put into words, and this is me.

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