Teen Depression Expressed Through Poetry

Running from lives I never thought I’d live
loving the things I once did.
The world crashes down around me as I stand tall.
Looking up and cursing the sky.
Cursing this never ending cycle of what I don’t know.
It’s all too dark, too rigid, too clear.
I can’t help but cry at this tragedy.
I said I’d never do this. I said I’d never cry just because.
but yet I do. I shed sweet tears for nothing except my tramped spirit, once dancing free.
I need to be saved. come save me.
i drown in the deep despair of my meaningless existence
i am nothing.
it’s all too cliche’ for my liking but yet i go on.
i pray i don’t go down the path of never ending sorrow.
too many who venture there never return.
i don’t want to be that stupid.
i don’t want to be that far gone.
it sucks. i want out.
I need to be saved.
I need a hug yet all the hugs I get never seem to satisfy me.
I need to cry one someone, grab their shoulders tight and let my tears run free.
But I am nothing so I get nothing.
You know I hurt. It hurts.