Not a member?     Existing members login below:
Holidays Offer
 

A Collection of Poems about Depression

Languishing in a Personal Hell
Every day I languish
in this personal hell.
I want to get out of myself,
and go anywhere else.
I’ve tried not to grumble,
not to get bitter.
And I failed.
I think and think,
searching to find
the answers as to what
has happened to me and why,
but it is worthless -
I am allergic to my own thoughts!
They are plagued
with fears and doubts,
and my wretched understandings.
Surely they are my undoing!
I feel so inadequate, so helpless,
oh Lord, when will it end?
Remove