Behind The Wall

A poem about depression.

Photo by Mag Pole on Unsplash

Nobody care about me,

I wish I was a little smart,

I just see the bad side,

And it’s killing my heart.

Many times I cry,

I lost the will to live,

If I can’t even smile,

What’s the reason to be alive.

The future makes no sense,

I’m stuck in the past,

If it keeps destroying me,

Then this day can be my last.

It’s depression you say,

But You can’t see it at all,

Because what I’m feeling,

It’s all behind the wall.