Depression/psych ward poems

I stumbled across a book of poetry by Victoria McCullough called "Inner Voice: The Essence of True Therapy." There are many poems that I loved, but these poems really spoke to me the most:

"Depression"

I hope for no tomorrow
As I lay devastated, broken-hearted,
Full of sorrow.

I am fatigued, and I feel very low.
I find it difficult to breathe, and I'm
Torn from my soul.

Nothing matters

Random little poem I wrote

"No decision"
It was our fates
And the signs from God
That took away my options.
I'm faced with indecision,
But I know I have no decision
Left that I can still make.

Two borderline poems

I wrote these little poems in the middle of the night last night to explain how I am feeling when it comes to how bad the borderline is right now.


"Who?"

Am I me?
Am I her?
Am I who you want me to be?
I can barely remember
Who I am supposed to be today.
I'm here.
She's here.
But who's in charge?
Who is it that everyone
Is supposed to see?
It surely isn't really me.
She's better.
I am worse.
I

2 poems I wrote about wanting to cut (could be triggering)

I wrote these poems in the middle of the night the other night when I was severely wanting to cut myself. I was able to make it through the night without cutting. Somehow the emotions came out as poetry, not cuts.


"Drip Drip"

Everything is fake,
The blade gives way to life.

Drip.
        Drip.

April slips into May.

Drip.
        Drip.

The blade, it calls to me,
Tells me to cut.

Drip.

"Inner Wanderings: This Side of the Knife"

On Wednesday, I made an unplanned sudden trip to the local Borders bookstore that is closing. I just needed to waste a few minutes in between mystery shopping assignments. There weren't that many books left, and I had no real hope of finding anything I'd want, but I looked around anyway.

I was roaming around through what had been the "bargain books" before the closing sale had even started. Most