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It's hard to breathe, my chest constricted tight, 
Infected thoughts cloud my mind's fragile light. 
Hopes shattered, dreams lay in disarray, 
Yet still, I fight, day after day.

I stumble and fall, lost in the night, 
Struggling to believe that things will be right. 
Alone and afraid, in shadows I roam, 
Broken, shattered, in this darkened home.

I drown in drink, seeking solace's embrace, 
Did anyone notice, seek out my face? 
Through the facade, could they see the pain, 
Buried deep in my heart's dark domain?

Nobody knows the battles I face, 
The struggles within, in this lonely space. 
But still, I press on, though weary and worn, 
Hoping one day, I'll no longer be torn.

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