My Poetry. The darker side of Life.

Do you have any idea
What it's like to be depressed?
Always unhappy, anxious, sad,
Regularly feeling stressed.

Every day is the same,
Nothing ever bright;
Your brain tired, ill, and fried,
Constantly wanting to fight.

Hoping you never
Awake the next day,
Caring less what people think,
Or what they may say.

Visiting doctors,
To be fed with pills,
Watching all around you,
Attending to your ills.

Nothing means anything,
No interest in life;
Wondering what it's like
To be cut with a knife.

Planning your demise
Each new day,
Dreaming of wars
And skies of gray.

Waiting for the time
When you can finally rest,
Your mind will stop working,
Failing the test.

People all around you
Staring at your shell;
Personal hygiene is forgotten,
Beginning to smell.

Don't care what you look like,
Shabby and forlorn,
Wearing old clothes,
Tattered and torn.

Days and nights the same,
Cannot concentrate;
Tears flowing wildly—
Humanly a state.

Who cares for you?
More people than you know;
There is help out there
To make you grow.

Don't suffer in silence,
As millions do;
There are ways to the light
To take you from the blues.

This poem is a vital reminder that depression is a battle that should never be fought alone. If you, or anyone you know, is struggling with these feelings, please reach out for help. There are resources available right now:

• In the U.S., call or text 988 (the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline).
• In the U.K., call 111 (NHS) or 116 123 (Samaritans).
• In other locations, please find your local crisis line or emergency services number.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025