I wrote this poem on April 3, 2015. I was in a dark place. I was close to suicide for the first time since 2010. I had been mourning my grandfather and my life was in a bad place. I was in the depression cycle that started in the summer of 2014 and didn’t end until the summer of 2015. I haven’t had a depression cycle quite as long as this cycle.
This poem is one of my more darker free thought poems. I just wrote what I was feeling.
This poem came weeks before I started therapy.
My Darkest Depression
I know it has been a long while…
I have been lost.
And even tittering on the edges of suicidal thoughts.
It has really just been that way.
I am so afraid.
So afraid of what could happen.
What might happen?
I am going down a road that I may never come back from again.
It scares me to death.
I know the signs and yet here I am.
I am really just a mess so much lately.
Most nights I really want to cry.
So I cry myself to sleep.
Wishing that I don’t wake the next day.
Yet, here I am.
Awake again. Another day. More struggles.
I often think that God hates me.
That I hate myself so much that God has given up on me.
Let’s face it, I would give up on me.
It is a wonder that no one wants anything to do with me.
Is there something I can do, probably not.
My life is this mess, the mess I created.
It’s not gonna change—I tell myself that every night.
It has become me, my past is present. It might be my future.
What does all this mean anymore?
I continue to perish in the darkness. Forever.
Darkness, my best friend, and worst enemy.
Depression my familiar companion, you never leave me.
by James Edgar Skye
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