Dear Papa

I still want my depression because in some strange way
it makes me feel closer to you
If I'm holding on am I being selfish of not letting go...
Because I don't plan to. I need you! I want you!
Don't you understand that I can't live life without you.
You told me life goes on but that's easier said then done
And to be quite honest.. I'm mad at those living life like everything is OK
When I still cry for you every day. Yes. You are no longer in pain. You are free, young, reborn and at peace.
Everyday plays over in head the day you passed.
They say it gets easier over time but how when time is still.
You said only cry once so I guess in a sense I'm doing that
I have nervous breakdowns in my mind. A pain that I can't escape from. I thought I made peace with your transition
Maybe I need to make peace with myself. I guess I feel like I'm responsible when I know I'm not. I knew eventually I couldn't save you. I got you home but that's not good enough for me. There's nothing I can do to bring you back. I appreciate the time God gave you on Earth. I'm determined to make you proud of me. But I don't want to let you go because this pain is all I have left of you...

This poem is about: 
My family

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