Depression is my homeA Poem by Forgotten
I linger in the dank halls of despair,
The walls damp and tattered like my mind,
Thick clouds of hatred choke me as my mind closes in on me,
My stomach churns as my tears fall,
Coated with acid my heart bleeds,
Depression spares no mercy to weak minds.
My skin crawls with the sins of my past,
I feel unforgiven and left alone in the darkness,
Love is not found in these hallways,
Only anger and regret will accompany you,
As you stumble through.
I hold on to my head and I hear her cry,
Still holding onto the mistakes I've made I punish myself,
My soul tears itself apart leaving it in disrepair,
Weak minded am I, I wander alone,
In the hallways,
Depression is my home.
© 2012 Forgotten
Added on May 4, 2012
Last Updated on May 4, 2012
Gloucestershire, Stroud, United Kingdom
AboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..
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