What’s the Point?
By: April Terry
She sits there all alone,
Minute by minute,
Depression starts to sink in,
She fights it at first,
But she can see its winning.
She too weak to fight,
This fight over and over.
So inch by inch,
She let the depression,
Consume her in whole.
Letting it eat her,
From the inside out.
Wondering,
If there ever was a point.
Wanting to know,
How her life,
Has come to become this.
Feeling so worthless,
So unwanted,
So very alone.
Trying to find something,
Anything to hold onto.
Something that will give,
Her life some kind of meaning.
Grasping at every thought,
Slowing breathing,
In and out.
The thoughts fade away,
Soon she is left alone,
With this depression,
In total silence.
Feeling even more alone,
Not even her thoughts,
What to be around her.
She ask herself,
Am I really that bad?
