When I am gone, you’ll wonder why
Having no idea what’s inside
Cuz you never saw all my fears
And you never saw any tears I hid with lies
I smiled and acted-all was fine
Really, I was over the line
Darkness consumed all of my soul
Hiding from the world took its toll on all that’s mine
Never wanted to feel this gloom
Was like being stuck in a tomb
I looked for a way to the light
Didn’t want to die, tied to fight so I could bloom
I wanted to feel joy again
But the feeling would never end
You couldn’t help, I chose to die
I just had to give up the lie that I could mend
No worries readers, this is not a letter of intent.
It is merely a poem about the very real struggle some have with depression, and I am NOT recommending suicide. I have been through my own seasons of deep sadness and have known many who suffer from depression. I have also coped with loved ones/comrades attempting suicide. They do not chose their struggles and it is hard for some to find their way out.
If you are one of those suffering, please know you are not alone and it is OK to get help. Please get help. You are loved by more than you think. And, some of us really do understand your pain.