The Slump

To those who are reading this

and to those who have read it

know this is true

and whole-heartedly believe it

 

I'm going down

in a slump of depression

falling into darkness

with no support compression

 

I continue to fall

no ledge in my reach

my path goes forever down

the mountain to steep

 

Every time that I think it's over

that I've hit rock bottom at last

something worse happens

and I change my mind fast

 

I curl up into myself

not letting anyone inside

even though it's the world dragging me down

I've got nothing to hide

 

I know not who I am

I know not what to do

the darkness is growing

I am so confused

 

Talking doesn't help

hiding makes it worse

my life is such a dissapointment

maybe my birth was a curse

 

There must be a reason

because to each and every his own

but as far as I can see

this happens to me alone

 

I'm not trying to sound stupid

or just trying to get attention

no one get worked up

there's no need for an intervention

 

I don't ask for much

just some support here and there

a couple of compliments

and friends that actually care

This poem is about: 
Me

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