just out of reach

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  1. the masked depressant

    the masked depressant Well-Known Member

    i wrote this a while ago, it's first me talking to myself (and knowing their is help for me) and then it's me talking to a therapist (and then i'm talking to myself again)

    i'm sure you'll get what i'm on about when you read it.

    just out of reach

    just out of reach

    their are many things in this life that are hard for me

    and many things that always go wrong

    not sure why it's happening

    or why it seems to last so long

    i hate my life, i hate to live

    i hate to feel so low

    and you can laugh and torment me

    but you just can never know

    just out of reach their is a listening ear

    1 that tries to understand

    1 that never lets you down
    and takes you by the hand

    1 that sees the pain

    all the hurt and sorrow

    and though you can not face anymore

    it will keep you here tomorrow.

    just out of reach their is a secret

    the whole thing can be told

    i'll open up and talk to someone

    let it all unfold

    but it's hard for me to do it

    and it's hard for me to say

    why i'm feeling so depressed

    what got me their today

    just out of reach their's an anxiety

    it's hiding underneath

    anything good said to me

    it is too hard to believe
    my anxiety it lurks their

    just waiting to come out

    the feeling it gets stronger

    the voices want to shout

    just out of reach their are voices

    voices in my head

    it's like they are alive and well

    but the real me is dead

    they control my every action

    they control my every word

    and really what i want to say

    it still remains unheard

    just out of reach their is a monster

    who lurks beneath the deep
    resting in it's hideout

    probably asleep

    but soon it shows it's ugly face

    and causes devistation

    and every person, every place

    is a cause for it's destruction

    so that's the way the story goes

    their is nothing left to teach

    there's help for me, it's somewhere
    it's just lying out of reach
     
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    That is a good poem hun how it seem for so many with depression just out of reach the help we need. Want you to know i am within reach okay You can pm me anytime you want to talk hugs
     
  3. the masked depressant

    the masked depressant Well-Known Member



    aww....thanks:)

    it's nice to hear that
     
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