The soft sound of rain on the windows
Reminds me of the tears on my face
And nobody, not even me knows
Why these tears insist on falling
Why am I crying?
I have nothing to cry about
My family is kind, my friends are okay
Though they may be drifting
My will won't give out
There's not much to choose
I'm not afraid of the pain
There's little to lose
And much to gain
I'm not lying to myself
And I'm not lying to you
I will pull it together
I will see this through
Oh who am I kidding?
I can't stop time's progress
I'll soon be alone, I know
There's no way out of this mess
Author notes
My depressed side is back from vacation. Oh, woe is me.
A contest entry
- Cynical Writers Welcome! by bw43.
549 points, ended March 13, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
All lot of poetry is about depressing things; this is one such poem.
Comments
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I like this poem. I sometimes wonder why I feel like crying, when I have a good family and good friends too. Good Job!
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hmm. its okay. i like this part
'There's not much to choose
I'm not afraid of the pain
There's little to lose
And much to gain'
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jeez, wait 2 put a damper on my spirits, em! i still talk 2 u! gewd poem, by the way!
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Sorry, but I get depressed sometimes.
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I've felt like that. Me and my friends from a couple of years don't talk anymore. I like the flow and the emotion. Enjoyed reading.
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It's so sad when things like that happen, isn't it?
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Sorry to hear you are depressed. It sounds like you have it pretty strong...
This was an excellent description of depression, actually... it's very clea that the speaker is depressed, even before your author notes.
even your color choice and background seep with depression.
thanks for your entry and good luck in the contest.
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