Thursday, October, 9, 2008
Posted at: 9:00 am
The darkness pounds, pounds, pounds;
It pounds a way into my head.
Depression is all around me and soon it may enter my soul.
My body is weak, my mind is weak, my soul is weak.
How do I strengthen them?
How do I discipline myself?
I do, do, do;
The very things I should not do.
How do I train myself to defeat myself? How do I best my worst?
I am the darkness, I am the weakness, I am the things I hate.
I do not know how to not do.
I do not know how to live.
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