Depression is Lonely

Chatter. 

Surrounded by people, 

yet I sit alone. 

Afraid to come undone

Nobody will know how hurt I am

If I don’t talk to them. 

To put on a mask

I mustn’t let them know:

Erase all emotion

Faceless, I blend in. 

 

My parents, my friends…

None of them understand what’s going on

inside my head

I feel at a loss: 

Not a soul can empathize.

I keep telling myself 

That I alone can change how I’m feeling,

But how am I given any choice?

I'm under a dark ceiling

ever descending,

crushing me under it’s weight. 

My life is a futile pursuit for happiness;

Each step

hurls my face toward the pavement. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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