The Lament of the Depressed
A poem that reads the full details of true emotions of a depressed young man. He is confused in life and is looking for a new beginning. I believe that this is how many depressed people might feel, especially if they're young. This is a depressing lyrical poem.
Pictures and words flooded my brain.
Memories past make me insane.
Why oh why did my life turn this way.
It makes me nauseous and makes me sway.
I didn't do any wrong in my life.
This charm will earn me no wife.
I wish I could swipe my troubles away.
If only life could be molded like clay.
Sadness fills my heart to the brim.
I always wonder why my life is so grim.
I hung on with a finger at the end of the rope.
When I fell off I let go of all hope.
I wish I could fly into the air.
If I could I would always stay there.
The clouds would be home and the sunset quite bright.
The moon would lull me to sleep at night.
The cold encloses me in ice.
A warm yellow sun would be quite nice.
A beautiful angel would greet me each day.
But my life was too far into the wrong way.
I am stuck on the street in deep depression.
I can barely make any other expression.
Happiness isn't natural anymore.
My messed up life destroyed me to the core.
I wish I could see my dear family again.
But I know I have already reached my end.
Memories past make me insane.
Why oh why did my life turn this way.
It makes me nauseous and makes me sway.
I didn't do any wrong in my life.
This charm will earn me no wife.
I wish I could swipe my troubles away.
If only life could be molded like clay.
Sadness fills my heart to the brim.
I always wonder why my life is so grim.
I hung on with a finger at the end of the rope.
When I fell off I let go of all hope.
I wish I could fly into the air.
If I could I would always stay there.
The clouds would be home and the sunset quite bright.
The moon would lull me to sleep at night.
The cold encloses me in ice.
A warm yellow sun would be quite nice.
A beautiful angel would greet me each day.
But my life was too far into the wrong way.
I am stuck on the street in deep depression.
I can barely make any other expression.
Happiness isn't natural anymore.
My messed up life destroyed me to the core.
I wish I could see my dear family again.
But I know I have already reached my end.
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