Treasure Island

Jessica Stubbs

(12/11/95)

Depression Days


I don't leave home
I haven't talk to my friends in over a year
I live my days alone
Stuck inside with this fear

I'm dragged into that darkness
By that voice in my head
I'm not allowed to rest
Even though I'm lying in bed

A few tears escape
They run a trail down the side of my face
Nobody knows how bad it gets
With this disease that doesn't let you forget

It slithers in my mind
Bringing up all the memories I thought I'd left behind
Bringing up a future that I don't want to be mine
My family asks, I say I'm fine

But I'm losing my mind

Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013
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