I think of all my problems,
I think of all my pain.
I think of all my sorrows,
Until I go insane.
I think of all the smiles I've earned,
Which hide sorrows underneath.
No one seems to notice,
That I go through so much grief.
My tears seem to keep flowing,
Inside my tired eyes.
Each time I want to tell you,
My words come out as lies.
These days I'm feeling distant,
Far away and weak.
My sadness pulls me farther,
From the happiness I seek.
I've just begun to realize,
That my hopes and dreams are gone.
I'm walking down a dead end road,
Humming a tuneless song.
But somehow, this doesn't feel right…
Now I think of what I'm doing,
I know I should find a way,
To beat through my depression,
Will I be able to someday?
Someone might be there,
To help me make it through.
Maybe they will listen,
And tell me what to do.
I'm seeing through the darkness,
I'm starting to like you,
I think I'll try to make it,
So I can be there for you.
That's the way it should be, right?
Fabulous as always. Wondering if I should get my hubby to read your poem. He declines treatment, which makes things really hard sometimes. Thinking of you...
Your poem is very evocative and I hope all is well.