Thick and oppressive
The blanket of despair
I know so well,
Envelopes me, shutting out
My usual self.
It cannot be explained.
The usual comebacks,
'Everybody feels down'
Tells me I have failed,
Once again to plead
For help.
I am fearful and tearful
I think only in the negative
I think largely of death.
Sadness for no reason.
Books and music have no excitement
I am reduced to tears
By a helpful hand
So helpless
I look for help
And find none.
My salvation is the referral
For professional help
Sedation and gentle treatment
Help me.
I am on a path to freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Willow you are on a path to freedom...and you shall heal....believe me....I know.... Love, D. (and to the heartless person who gave this honest statement a 'one'......go learn to become an empathetic human being.....all life is valuable...yours as well.......