Will it end?

Poem about depression.

I walk through my sadness,

pausing every so often

to tell myself, "I am worthless".

Is there an end in sight?

Maybe. But the way I feel,

death is the only end.

Depression envelops me like a dark storm cloud,

pouring teardrops down on me,

thunder booming my mistakes in my ears,

lightning scorching my happiness.

I am not happy.

I am alone.

No friends to stand by my side.

Nothing.

No one.

Will it end?

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Man this is sad. This poem is competing against my entry in biggest struggle contest. Mine was called "After the Home coming" all about 09 when I came back to the world after my last deployment to Iraq and ran into some problems with civilian life. This poem is really good and it's more relatable than mine. Great Job.

[Legolas]

I am very sorry to hear that you suffered. I hope things get better for you. Thank you.

[Baby Ricochet]

I hope they get better for you to man

[Legolas]

Thanks.

[Legolas]

Thank you Nath for all your kind reviews. It means alot:)

[Nath]

Very nice metaphors! And another really good poem.
Catches some of the most tormenting aspects of depressions.
Well penned!

[Legolas]

Thank you:) I hope my feelings were conveyed well through this

[Emrys Realmskip]

Great work! :) love it