Depression Poem

This is a poem a wrote about depression and self harm, the “you” is depression.

Title-I’m Gone

Am I here , or just living in fear,

That you’ll come back to haunt me.

Your not me, your living in me,

but your not me.

You took my all, down to the feelings,

Down to the bone.

Nothings left, is that best,

Better than you here,

Living my head.

I feel nothing at all, I’m just numb,

Until I feel the burn, is it just dumb?

The slow rise, the aching burn,

I crave it, I feel the burn, does it help, Until you return?

You drained my colour, I’m like a skeleton,

You don’t see my cover.

When can I have me back, when will you be done,

I thought you were, but I’m here haunted.

The urge, the image, the thought, the damage.

The burn.

You disappear, then your back,

When you’re here everything feels black.

I’m gone, nothings left, am I stolen, will I be back?

I won’t ever know, but the burn, that will distract.