Perceptions (The Poem)

With depression,
joy is literally sucked out of your life.
You never truly get to experience what’s around you.
Never get to see the green.
Everything is so dull and painful.
You see the world as dark…
Never light.
You hurt others around
Even possibly yourself
because it is so hard to see
that maybe the people around
actually want to be around you
But yet,
You push them away
While hoping that they will stay
But not realizing
That eventually there will be a price to pay
So, you hurt.
And eventually you get to this point
Where everything feels kind of hopeless
Like a point of no return.
So,
That’s when you try to reach out
To get others to listen
But all they can hear is you trying to get attention.
People,
then,
start to see you as this threat …
a danger to others.
You try hard to prove them wrong.
To let them know
that you aren’t as flawed
You are,
in fact,
just like them
Instead,
you want to know why
Why aren’t they seeing?
Why are they seeing so differently?
Yet,
the more you try,
it seemed kind of pointless
Because people now have that perception of you.
You know?
The broken. lonely person
Who just wanted a little attention
Now,
you feel like a fool for even letting them in.
For even trying to reach out
Because who was you kidding?
You knew deep down inside
They weren’t going to listen.
So,
you shut out the world….
More and More
Becoming locked inside with only yourself.
The perceptions hurts like hell.