Scarred

The sun comes out

But I don't care

Sit in darkness forever

It drives me mad

That you aren't here

That we won't be together

I'm losing track

Of all my goals

I'm so depressed and useless

And I forget

Things I should know

I'm failing now, I'm hopeless

Build myself up

But what's it for?

I am so scarred and ugly

Walls I put up

They're rising more

Obscure the light within me

This extra burden 

I must bear

They said that it would lessen

My happiness

Said I'd find here

But that's not going to happen.

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

I deal with depression as well. I will admit that you hit the nail on the head with this one. I hit my heart and described parts about me very well. I could feel every emotion here. Thank you for sharing.

[barleygirl]

Having experienced depression most of my life, I have to say, you've nailed the way it feels in your poem. No matter how you try to pump yourself up, it feels like depression will be your cloak forever. In depression, it's impossible to see that there's beauty in our scars & ugliness -- badges of honor -- badges of survival. But the narrator in this poem cannot see that yet. Very true to life. Good job!