Alone, in the desolate solitude of my mind.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
It's never supposed to be like this.
Sheer and utter sorrow, nothing more.
Not anger, not resentment, or anything else.
To torcher my mind, heart, and soul.
I should be angry for all you've done.
I'd be better off angry, or so I've been told.
But my love for you, that is my pain.
So I sit here crying into the depths.
Do I still have a soul, or just an empty shell?
Has my essence left like every shimmer of hope?
Staring of into the distence, blank stare.
So tired of feeling pain, where's my life gone?
So ready to leave an existence that's haunted me.
I've been told it's better to feel pain,
Than to live with no emotion at all, to be numb.
Bullshit, I wish I was numbed so.
Author notes
Just a poem about a bout of depression that I whent ghrough a while ago, but I'm better now...mostly
A contest entry
- ~Addictions And Depression~ Round One by blondone.
600 points, ended June 20, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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it's more about my mother than a lover actually
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I can see and feel your pain nice flow of words and great emotions used more of a love depession..thank you for this entry and welcome to round one
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