No Longer Pretending

a poem about my depression

To breathe in such pain, makes me unwhole.
No matter what I try, I just can’t let go.
I need freedom from what I’ve become.
Where I once felt pain, now I’m just numb.
My eyes fill with tears that you can’t see.
My lungs have collapsed, and I can’t breathe.
My world turns black, I cry for help.
But the voices I hear say “Do it yourself.”
I’m almost psychotic inside of my mind.
I look for help, but there’s no one to find.
I lay here dying, as it comes to an end.
But at least I no longer have to pretend