A poem of my depression

I need to escape
To get away
Repetetiveness
The cycle repeats itself every day
Constant feelings of aggravation
Even when I sleep
I need sedation
Just to sleep
I think I enjoy this now
That must be why I don't weep
It is bad for my health
But I am in too deep
to turn back
I blame it on others
When I should blame myself
It is bad for my health
It is worse for my mental health
to place blame on someone else
I am, after all, as much a part of this world as anyone else
I am just a book on a library shelf
To blame the story I write on someone else's word
is absurd
Or is that just what I thought I heard?
My favorite creature is a bird
All things die
But at least it can fly
while it is still alive
The only time I fly is when I am high
Even then I am still bound
By chains tethered to the ground
Many try to sympathize
But there is something they don't realize
I don't look upon them with my real eyes
anymore.

reply to post by SamTGonzalez


Great poem. Poetry is like a Rorschach test - it always evokes something in the reader based on what that individual has experienced.

Hope you aren't depressed anymore. This world needs all the hope and the light we can give it.