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by e l flo Feb 1, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I must be dreaming, There is no way this is real. I'm watching my life, but not living it, I can't even feel. I should be able to move my leg, Just lift it one little inch. Am i asleep? I must be, So just give me a pinch. No, it is not a dream, This is my life. It is painful not to be able to fight, Sometimes it's hard going under the knife. That is what got me here, A surgery gone wrong. But for a year I have fought, Everyone says I am strong. But I am not. I cried every night this summer, Just wishing for my old life; Playing soccer and being a drummer. This is a fight I can not win. I try so hard, But I can't try anymore. Because of summer '06, I will always be scarred.-Erin Floto (c)
by Joe
-nice I like it lots!
by Gem
My fiance can relate to this completely. Because of a botched up operation, he may need a fake knee later in life when his finally gives out. You've really shown the hopelessness in this poem, it's well written 5/5 *Gem*