Inspired by: Sum 41 – Catching Fire
https://youtu.be/0HwXgNG-51A?si=rDqqBbwjaxgcddsL
I feel like every day’s a victory
because I have these racing thoughts
saying that everyone’s against me
I tell myself they’re just delusions
but it’s hard to deny
the world has gone to shit
I just want to be left alone
and fly as high as I can
but when I try
I’m always brought back down
nothing’s ever good enough
no one’s ever happy
I hate to even question it
but is this life worth living?
I pray and I get told to endure
as the pain piles on
I weep inside until I’m home
that is when I find peace
haven’t felt like me in a long time
I know I need help
but not even sure what that means
not suicidal
though my bad habits say otherwise
how much can a heart take?
I’m sure I’ll just drop dead one day
probably doing something I hate
working like a fucking slave
or arguing over some dumb shit
but if I had my way
it would be after saying goodnight to my pets
and pouring my heart out to my wife
life is but a dream
until it becomes a nightmare
That’s a great piece Nick👍
Thanks. Glad you like it.
This reminds me of “I Dreamed a Dream” from Les Miserable. We start out full of hope & sparkle & the world dulls our shine until there’s nothing left. Just bills to pay & the hope we go out on a good note rather than the usual shit. Totally feeling this one
The world gets too big I suppose. It’s never enough to stay in your own happiness. The world is designed to take and take. But also the older we get we are hit with reality. Losing people, losing friendships and so on. I think the thing that hurts the most is knowing when those moments are gone they are gone. There will be no other moments like them
Thanks for the read, friend. Very much appreciate it.
Brilliantly penned, Nick. Into the book it belongs! This write has layers my friend, excellent work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks very much. Glad you liked my poem, friend.
This is the second time I have read this, and I want to think about it. Depression is a strange beast. Not suicidal but not feeling the same. will drop dead doing something you hate. That struck a cord. I used to like the job I do, but too many worms came out of the apple, and now I work. This is my passion. To write and see others do what they love to do.
Now I’m rambling
For me the poem is rather my darkest depression. The world beats you down and some days I feel like I’m just going through the motions. As the poem says I’m not suicidal, but there is comfort in the idea that I choose the way rather than it being something, or somewhere I rather not be.
Thanks for the read, friend.