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Apr 2014
every day i would go to class
i'd walk to my desk,
hands swinging along,
earphones in ear, blasting music
i'd take my seat
next to my friends
say hello, with a warm hug
smile at them
find the humor in each situation and laugh

it stopped.

i walked to my desk
no music,
total silence, a picture of sadness
i took my seat
only glancing at my friends
for the briefest hello
they asked whats wrong
i said nothing
they cracked some jokes
i didn't laugh

i walked to my desk
huddled up inside myself
i took my seat
didn't spare a glance for them
i poured myself into my irrelevant classwork
they said hi
i politely returned the greeting
i quietly did my work
finished it, packed up my bag
said good bye and left

i walked to my desk
their eyes trailed after me
questing my behavior
i said nothing
and i was gone.
a short poem about how depression works
Zaynub
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