Confessions of the Mind

Help me, I cry, I don't know how long I can stand the darkness.

The darkness and misery is drowning me, and it's filling up my lungs.

The pain the covers my arms is comforting, it keeps me afloat on a sea of numbness and despair.

I wish for someone to help me, but I don't know if I deserve it.

Why won't come help me, I'm drowning, can't they see?

Maybe it all means nothing, I whisper too myself.

Because if they can't see me, how can I save myself?

I don't know how much longer I have, the world seems so dark.

I feel numb now, I suppose that's a relief.

It seems a shame, now that I stand back and contemplate, that no one seems to care, about the ones who lose their mentality.

I hope that some will take me away, and wrap me in blankets, and tell me it's okay.

Author Notes: This is a story about depression. Some of the feelings are what I felt when I went through depression. I hope this story helps some people, that they know that other people are sharing what they feel. Thank you for reading.

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