My Depression

by Kourtnie   May 24, 2005


I wonder when the day will come when the world will quit trying to ruin my little world. Everyday when I come home sad and depressed, it is mainly over the one I love or care about. Why does he treat me as if I have no human qualities, or as if I am his little toy? Like he only wants to be with me when he wants attention. Do I look like his little slave that treats for him every day and night? My love should be treasured not ignored! My love should be special, not something you pass around to everyone! My depression is one thing that won’t go away even if I try to find someone new to love… it is like I care about this boy more than anything. I want to be loved by him but he won’t. So what do I do? Meet someone new? Will I love again or will I not?

This is for the one I love most:

Whoever that is!

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