The Darkest Corners of My Mind
by Shy Leigh
What do you do when in life:
More things make your heart break than flutter,
More things crush your dreams than make them soar,
More things make you cry than smile,
When you just don't care to live anymore.
When weeping becomes a hobby,
And you never need to answer the door,
When 'happy' isn't in your vocabulary
And living suddenly becomes a chore.
When your dreams become disillusioned,
And sadness seeps down to your core,
When no one cares that you're still alive,
You begin to wonder what you're still living for.
Posted on 02/28/2002
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charles M Harrison on 01/14/08 at 01:02 PM|
You take it one day at a time. If you are at bottom the only way to go is up. Congrats on POTD.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/14/08 at 02:14 PM|
Excellent capture of "Clinical Depression" Shy. Congrats on POTD...well deserved.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/14/08 at 03:00 PM|
Congrats on POTD!!!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/14/08 at 05:08 PM|
Congrats on POTD! A strong rhyme and expression of what must be a miserable life. I hope, from the date given, that if this is you, you are in a much happier condition now.