They’d hate me if they knew
A poem on depression and solitude
When you spend a little time around me- You’ll start to see what a truly pathetic excuse for a human being I am, How truly miserable, Self-devaluing, Solitary, And depressed.
When you get to know me little, You’ll notice that I view life through grayscale, 5fps, static and audio feedback: How monotone, Profoundly tedious And wholly uninspiring I find it.
When you look a little deeper, You’ll see how truly terrified of myself I am: How terribly painful it is for me to exist, How I only manage to get by due to the support I receive from a select few, And how I crumble under my covers at night and as I get dressed for work early in the morning.
When you spend enough time around me, You’ll find that I’m always shaking, That I detest myself more than my confidence in my reasoning suggests, That I look down constantly, That I can barely form sentences, That I hate what I am so I pretend to be what I’m not, That I’m perpetually confused And disorientated.
And when you really get to know me, You’ll hate me
Unless you think that- How intensely I care about those I love, How much I love the world And how I simply do not belong in it- Compensates for that a little.
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