"The Cage of My Depression" by Sarah Ferland



Nothing but my own thoughts to occupy me.


Everyone is gone;

I am just left here,



The voices come and go,

Telling me my anxieties

Then leaving me alone.


“Why did you even bother to get up today?”


“Don’t speak,

You know no one wants to hear you!”


“I wonder what would happen

If we walked into traffic…

Looks fun!”


“Blood is the only release you will get;

So pick,


Go ahead and bring a knife to the party!”


“Time to go to bed

Hopefully you won’t wake up again…”

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