A friends poem

[Proudy]

So this is what one of my friends wrote years ago when he had depression...



Leave me be, all alone, on my throne, here at home.
For Everytime I leave my throne, my mind wonders and starts to drone.
For in my life im prone to see the negative things within me,
There is no light in the end of the tunnel, so please someone just burst my bubble.
For now I'm tired and exsisting to be, something I'm not, but want to be.
I'm still here waiting for things to turn up, but now I recognise I'm out of luck.
When your feeling so lonesome and cold, theres one place to go, but it's a dark road.
A road which does not need cars, as your mind takes you as far as it goes.
When you finally turn around, knees all grazed from the ground,
you stand up tall, ready to fall, as you know theres nothing more.
And at this point it doesnt seem worth it, but for reasons unknown you keep recurring,
just to wake up another day, and repeat the steps you took yesturday.
Another day just glides on by, as more bits inside of you fade and die
At this point it's kind of hollow, dreams forfilling the tales of sorrow,
But at it's most there only dreams, something you cant grasp and keep within
So here I am, just still exsisting looking for something to remain exsisting,
Until the day I find my light, I have to choose to stand and fight,
But on them days where the guard is down, I walk around with a perpetual frown.
For the negitive things never seem to end and day after day I start to bend,
But once again I raise back up, just to check if ive been granted luck.
But all the time my luck is out, so now I choose if I should fight to be,
This negative demon trapped in me.
For those deceived im not so normal, I'm self-inflicted and full of stitches.
Days in days out I strive and strive to become stronger, no need to hide.
But all the things that are trapped within, theres good in there to, I'm sure of it.
Feelings now are hard to feel, I'm sick and tired of feeling nothing.
Memories are all that I have to see, showing me once I did exsist to be,
The thing I wanted to be able to love me.
I cant decide to try move along, to find things I've longed for most,
as if I do it will be more of a struggle, so maybe one day I'll burst my bubble.