I was sent this poem today by my mum (top researcher!) it was on a site full of poems written by young people with depression and I wanted to share it, it really gives an idea of how people hide behind a mask, and how you cannot always take how someone is feeling on face value xx Im great, fine, spectacular. In a way I relish every night, and I live every day. I live, I laugh, I write, I sing, I wonder what the new days will bring. Then I get home, and I take off the mask. The day, and almost impossible task, Is finally over, and so I lie Down, and wait patiently for the day that I die. I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep, even though I have promises to keep. I wait, and wonder, and cry some more, And I ache and burn from my very core. Then, Im not alone, and the mask reappears: Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears, As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day. A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey. Of course Im not okay, Im not fine, No matter how much I seem to shine. I dont even know why I feel this... Why my existence is one long, endless abyss. But it is, and will be, so I cling to life, As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife. But, Im still here, no matter what my dreams might say And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 09:32:26 +0000
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