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 Apr 2015 sunxset
Lachlan Smith
Darkness closing in

a weight upon my chest.

I struggle to find the light,

fighting with ragged breath.

Every inch of sanity clawed back

a battle that is hard fought.

Being a prisoner in ones own head,

lost in horrible thought.

Fighting against your every being

desperate to survive.

With desperation and fading hope

For normalcy, you strive.

Crushed under weight of words

and reflections of your self

Wanting nothing more than to be placed

upon the highest shelf.

Out of sight, out of mind

so you don’t burden others with your troubles.

Everyone else is so full of life

As carefree as a bubble.

But your bubble has burst

and released an ocean of pain

You hold all the emotions back

Fighting for your sanity to remain.

You put up walls around you

and bottled everything down deep.

You tried to fight the war yourself,

but this enemy is hard to beat.

So you locked yourself away,

shut from the outside world.

But this just fed the darkness

and even more troubles unfurled.

You fought in silence at parties

not wanting to ruin the mood.

You just sat there saying nothing,

and instead chose to brood.

For the feelings that you have inside,

you consider yourself as weak.

You don’t see anyway out from here.

The future is oh so bleak.

And so the days fade away

one after the other.

Seasons pass by slowly

yet the darkness continues to smother.

You find yourself growing tired

And you feel you don’t belong.

You want it all to be over.

You’ve been fighting for so long.

The darkness has a hold on you.

One you don’t think you could break.

It pulls you deeper down into the pit

And you wonder how much more you can take.

You pine for the feeling of happiness

It’s the one feeling you miss.

You haven’t felt it for months.

You want that feeling of bliss.

Finally it hits you.

It’s time to face the truth.

You need someone else to help,

Someone to guide you through.

You open up to family

and tell them you don’t feel the same.

That you haven’t been yourself lately,

Despite what you may have claimed.

Talking about your struggle

seems to release a mighty weight.

You feel better not having to pretend

That everything about you is great.

You feel so much lighter

as the darkness slowly fades.

You can now enjoy yourself for once

without putting on a charade.

Talking to your family has helped

hold the darkness at bay.

The journey is not over yet

but you have started on your way.

Opening up about your battle

is the hardest step to take.

Once you put yourself out there though,

what a difference it will make.

I opened up earlier this year

and have not looked back at all

I feel more like my old self again,

To the darkness I’m no longer a thrall.

It was hard for me to admit it,

but once I did I felt happy.

It was strange to feel that way

after a long time of feeling ******.

So if you feel lost in the darkness

Scared and all alone.

Open up about your struggles to family.

They will help you find your way home.
This is a poem I wrote shortly after being diagnosed with depression, and many of the feelings that I experienced in my silent battle with the illness.
 Apr 2015 sunxset
Alyssa
The Gift
 Apr 2015 sunxset
Alyssa
Dreams are pictures
that have not been taken
Places that have no been seen
Songs that have not been heard

Peace is waking up
and not worrying about
All the little things that
Could or could not happen

Love is a mystery
A blessing or a curse
You'll know if it's right or wrong
The minute the door closes

But, life is a choice
and living is a gift,
Do not take advantage
For tomorrow is never promised.
 Apr 2015 sunxset
mxxnlight
You drained the life from my eyes and took the skips from my heartbeat when you left. You packed my smile, my laugh, my creativity and my optimism in your bags along with all of our ugly memories and you left me with nothing but tears and an endless ache in my chest that I can never seem to mend. You left me to replay every memory of us that made me fall in love with you and now I don't even have the ability to think straight- all I seem to think is how I still love you and how you'll never love me back.
10w
I write poems about you
Hoping you'll never read them
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