He

depression sucks

He lives in words
while existing in pages,
Bound with heaviness
He needs to let go of reality

Even in the I, he is not
Real, yet he can be part of a some.
Even in this world, he can't
See and feel the universe's gift.

He's but a product of something-
Something he can't understand.
He's yet to be called
A man able to live.

You can't fathom my words,
For I can't be real.
You can read my words,
But I'm lost in pages.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem.
"You can't fathom my words,
For I can't be real.
You can read my words,
But I'm lost in pages."
The words above strong and honest. Good to be lost in some pages. Take us to a better place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[zaisham9393]

This is very heartfelt and beautiful :) I loved the way you expressed emotions .
Keep writing and thanks for sharing :))!