Strong

A poem about living with depression. Written:28.01.2015

I'm Strong

In the morning

When I shower while I cry

I'm strong while I make my face

And blend away the night

I'm strong

In the hallways

Fake laughter aches my face

I'm strong when I chase ten pills

With cigarettes to taste

I'm strong 

When I walk alone

In the wind and moon

I'm strong when I bleed my skin

And ask God to take me soon

I'm strong

When I fantasise

Of being choked and hit

And I'm strong when I've had more shots

Than I'd care to admit

I'm strong when I destroy myself

And when I build myself up high

I'm strong because I have to be,

I don't have the luxury 

To die

Author's Note

I find it very difficult to express what it's like to live with depression but I think I've captured some of my emotions here.

Reviews

[Rewel Acosta Rivera]

Strong is well understand after break on pieces and had the process of rebuild with faith. Be reborn is a gift of God love. Your poem is so human beauty, and have the force of the fight again the sadness and hopeless. Thanks for share so deep artistic feelings.

[V. W. Wilhelmina]

Thank you, greatly appreciated

[wordsthink]

I suffer from depression for a long time and this poem really express what goes on inside a depressed mind. For us, death seems like a luxurious thing so that we can escape this world forever. Stay strong, and keep writing!

[V. W. Wilhelmina]

You stay strong too! So sorry you know how this feels. Thank you for reading :)

[mumbles]

wooooooow this is beautiful !!!!

[V. W. Wilhelmina]

thanks for the compliment!

[wordman]

depression is certainly a bad problem,especially with our young people
I never under stood you have your whole life in front of you make your own destiny

[V. W. Wilhelmina]

I do make my own destiny :) But I have a chemical imbalance in my brain - it can't be helped.

[wordman]

well when you feel sad and blue,you have someone to talk too

[V. W. Wilhelmina]

Thank you :)

[wordman]

you are welcome