Am I depressed?(a poem)

She looked at me and said I looked like I was depressed

She said I looked so sad and tired of it all

At first, I was so excited

That somebody finally paid attention to me

And saw how I was really doing beneath all my fake smiles

But then, I panicked

I wasn’t hiding it well, I wasn’t hiding my pain very well

The pain has over flooded me and I’m drowning in it

It has overwhelmed me and buried me deep under all of it

Maybe that’s why I can’t hide anymore and keep floating like I’ve always done

And then, I asked myself if I was really depressed

I’ve always thought of depression but I’ve never called myself depressed

I say it’s because I’ve never been diagnosed of it

Maybe it’s really because I’m in denial

And I don’t want to accept that I’m in pain and need help

Maybe it’s because I’m not even depressed but

Everyday, when the sun shines brightly but it’s so gloomy inside of me,

I ask myself over and over again, “am I depressed?”


hi! How’re you doing?! I hope you are doing okay!

Here’s a poem from me because why not?

Thank you for reading and I’ll see you in my next post:))

byee!

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that it’s okay to ask for help!