This Is Depression Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

This Is Depression



You think you know what I ‘am going through
You think you understand the blues
You think what it's like is simple
I'm sorry, but you don't have a single clue
I want to take my own life
I want to mar myself till I die
I want to smash and break my bones
I want to be forever gone
It's not just a hazy thought of blues
It's a cavernous inky ocean filled with doom
There are crocodiles and sharks in there
Already to tear and eat my meat and flesh
I know it may be difficult to understand
But please I'm begging you to try
Please help me swim through this thick oily marine
To the land where the suns always shines

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
one of my relatives recently came down with depression as i was shocked by the unfair treatment she was getting at work because other workers thought it was unfair that she was taking time off for her illness and still getting and how her family was still expecting her to do all the housework. depression is not easy and most of all not understandable.
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