Losing sight of me

[alostandbrokensoul]

I'm not afraid to die
not afraid to press down,
just afraid to fail
and finally be found out.

I go through school normally
hide the cuts I see,
trying to remember
the younger, happier me.

But the past is long forgotten
I've lost sight of me,
and all I am is and empty shell
with scars for all to see.

I guess I got depressed
to far along the way,
that I lost sight of me
and all my happy days.

I dont remeber laughing
only the times I cry,
my pain is just so frequent
my cheeks are rarely dry.

I try so hard to find a way
to let my parents know,
all about my depression
but my hope is really low.

I'm not afraid to die
not afraid to press down,
just afraid to be a disgrace
and let my family down.

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[bloodredtears]

go through school normally
hide the cuts I see,
trying to remember
the younger, happier me
.

i really enjoyed this poem..especially this ^ stanza...the part in yellow is my favorite of all....it really is a trial remembering when you were once happy after a bout of depression....great work!

[Seth]

Yes, I can relate to this as well.
A deep, gnawing feeling
that never dies down or goes away.
It's with you, telling you that
you aren't good enough-
you're nothing but a disappointment...
::sigh::
Those days really took their toll,
very profound piece,
you've captured this emotion well.