Depression

• Rana Ryu, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

He told me when I am lost, to close my eyes and listen to my heart.
That dreams aren’t meant to be dreamt, but they’re meant to be fulfilled.
So, I closed my eyes and soon familiarized.
The fabricated world I have created myself.
Those fake plastic laughers, the smiles of platted gold.
The heavenly flashing pinpricks in a veil of darkness, those where my dreams.
Yet when he left me.
Those dreams shattered into thin pieces of glass.
Rapidly slicing through my skin over and over.
I stood, with no good, no evil, not even desire.
It felt as if a black hole, swallowing me whole.
Every night my cuts got deeper.
But my razor only sharper.
Breathing was war.
But I wasn’t winning anymore.
My last message to you.
Please save me from this monster.
I have created inside of me.