2 poems I just wrote

Depression is a lonely road

The lost souls walk

Sometimes we wish our

Time would cease on our clock

But the time keeps going

It seems endless

While we are drowning

In the tsunamis of our sadness

After a while we know

We were never meant to be

We’re just slowly rotting

Waiting to be set free

Our expiration date has passed

And yet we’re here

So we start looking at ways

To make us disappear

Should it be pills

Or a noose or a gun?

Whichever way we choose

If we’re dead, we’ve won

*Disclaimer, this is not a suicide poem. I’m not going to kill myself… yet*

I’m a lost soul

I want to die

So farewell…

and goodbye