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confession
written by suicide_penguin11:28 AM 1/29/05I have a confession.
Please forgive me.
I'm afraid that my disease is coming back.
Piece by piece.
I'm falling apart.
It's slowly taking over my mind and my thoughts.
It keeps on telling me what to do.
I try not listening to it
I try to ignore it but I'm to weak.
I'm a weak girl.
I cannot fight this disease.
I pretend that everything is okay.
I smile to people, look at them in the eye
lieing to their face
telling them that I'm fine.
Shall I confess
or shall I keep forever this secret in me ?
What will they think ?
What will they say ?
Will this disease take over me ?
Take over my mind ?
Take over my thoughts ?
Will it take over me..completly ?
Question after question-non stop.
Answeres-never.
I believe that this life is a big dream.
I feel like I'm stuck in this big dream...
stuck in a nightmare.
When will I wake up :(
I'm scared.
This nightmare is really scaring me.
But I shouldn't worry it's just a dream
which is almost over !
This is almost over...
my life is almost over.
There's nothing left for me to live for.
I'm just a sad girl.
I'm just a depressed girl.
They dont know what's going in my head.
They think I'm okay.
I cannot take it anymore.
When will I wake up ?
So there you have it...
I confessed you my biggest secret.
Forgive me again.
Sorry for the lies and the fake smiles
and saying that I was okay when I really wasn't.
I wrote this poem last year while I was really depressed and didn't know that to do anymore and I didn't know who to talk to ...so I turned to my note book and wrote down how I felt.
Note: when I keep writing disease..it means suicide. I think that suicide is a disease |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by lilrocsychic (1-29-2005 - 12:34 PM)
| wow... that's all i have to say. I had a period in my life where that is exactly what i felt, excluding suicide. I would never even think that. but depression. it's a big thing to battle. i hid it for so long that finally when i opened up to some one, they were too, we worked it out together. we're both better, and truly happy. I hope you became happy too. but it's still a really great poem. |
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