If Only...
A poem about living with depression and a back injury.
If only you could see
The pain I face everyday of my life
The pain in my back, my legs, my hips
Are my only friends
If only you could see
How I've lost all my friends
My Facebook friends list is just an allusion
The closest thing I have to a friend is a doctor
If only you could see
You think it's not that bad, but it is
I am left with my thoughts at night when I can't sleep
The thoughts taughting me about how I could never be a regular human being
If only you could see
I don't want to be locked up inside
But my back limits me
All I'm reduced to is a room with a tv screen
If only you could see
I want to go out and live regular life
But get fused at when I do
Because when I do it's just injurying me
If only you could see
What this has done to me
Physically and emotionally
What I have to go through and see
If only you could see
Everyday I see my old friends having the times of there lives
But I am not a part of there lives anymore
Because I am broken in there eyes
If only you could see
You know what?
No
It should be if only they could see
Because once I say this
I know that you all will think I am just complaining
But no
If only all of you could see
But it doesn't matter
Because in the end I'm only talking to a screen
And that in itself tells me
They will never see
About the Creator
Gamer Gypsy
I am a writer who expresses how she feels through writing.
Keep reading
More stories from writers in Poets and other communities.
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie5 days ago in Motivation
Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.