# Why?

Author: Elian93
Tags: Depressing, Depression, Poem, Poetry, lonliness

#9 of Poetry

A short poetry of depression

My heart burns in flames of despair

Powerless partly to repair

The crater in my soul resides

Where my being lonely bides

The tears of grief I truly shed

Curled up in my broken bed

Hoping briefly for a bright light

To shine on my heart of fright

Depression is knocking at the door

Clothes of joy I used to wore

Are now slowly ceasing to exist

Where I stand coldly in the mist

Not knowing what to do anymore

Just want to die silently on the floor

The guiding lamp has flown

Into the forgotten unknown

I am freezing and crying in distress

Wondering how I turned into a mess

My heart aches for the warm

Wanting to exit the disheartening storm

I dearly desire to fly into the sky

Where I can truly be without asking...

"Why?"

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