The Dark place
It's so cold down here
The wind is blowing
I have no idea where to go
This roadway in endless.
It's getting darker
But I see some light
I wanna go into the light
But I can't, and I shouldn't.
I wish I knew where I was...
Hum..? Maybe I call it...
The Dark Place
I sit there all alone
Hoping for someone to come rescue me
Hoping that someone cares
Why should they.
How does someone with Depression live
How does someone express how they feel
Your asked so many question and you get put on the spot
You try to answer them, but later regret what you said.
It's getting darker
The lights going away
Maybe this is my way out
Out of live.
Out of pain
Out of feeling
Out of thinking
Out of breathing...
What if The Dark Place is where I wanna be
What if I wanna stay here
Yea everything's dark and gloomy.
But it's drama free.
I feel loved here
I feel understood here....
Do you ever feel like me?
Or am I just alone in a dream?
Should I stay? Should I go?
I don't know.
But I like The Dark Place.
I think I'ma stay.....
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
I lay down a tarp and start looking at how sharp you are.
The moment I look down. Down onto the floor turning my face into a frown.
Scissors is all I have
The scars prove that I only have one best friend.
I wish they didn’t hurt
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
Why can’t the ocean and the sand come to together.
Loving the remembrance of the clouds and wind working as one.
Disappearing is all I wanna do.
“Please help me go away.”- ZM
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
All I can seem to think about is the goodbyes
The feeling that I don’t matter
The feeling that I am unwanted
Unfavorited
Useless
Forgettable
All I can seem to think about is the Goodbyes
Goodbyes can be happy
They can be sad
They can be angry
They can also mean nothing.
Till next time
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
Did you tare up that note? I will never know if you did but I know that I did.
As I re-read my poem The Note I noticed that I still feel the same. I still feel unwanted, ugly, stuipd, fat. And I see that I have started cutting again.
The Aftermath is hard. Your parents now turn into siblings, your siblings now turn into family, and your family turns into the internet.
"I can't do this anymore!" You keep thinking everytime you look at the aftermath. The aftermath of tarring up that note.
Everyone now knows that you are Depressed, restless, and have lot of Moodiness. Everyone sees you struggling and they want to help.
Truth is they don't know how to help. They don't understand what's next after the aftermath.
Your family starts talking in private. You listen threw your bedroom door and here things you and I should never have to hear.
Have you heard what I have heard?
Are we really all in this together? Or do we just hear that, read that, and think that. But then nothing happens.
I am here right now to tell you that the aftermath ***** Your mother threatens to drag you to the hospital into the Mental Ward.
You get told that your being insane. That your acting insane. So you look to people online. They comfort you and tell you to use a rubberband to help with the self harm.
Welp guess what your mother takes that from you too. You see, the You's, I's, and We's turn out to be just another word on your screen.
But it's true we can all do this. We can beat depression. I will never know what you chose. I don't know what I have chose. All I know if that even thou I wanna write another Note. A note no one should read nor write. I don't.
We can make it past the Aftermath. Just hold on a little longer. Yea,
The Aftermath *****
Oh well.. You can do it. I can do it. We can do it.
[Author] - I never thought that I would make another poem to go along with this one so I hope you enjoyed. All of this infromation from this poem and the first one is true in my mind. I hope you choose life. I know I have....At least for now.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC