Depression Poem by Karen Megson Adams

I've never felt needed.
I've never felt wanted.
I'm so fucking sad
I feel so fucking haunted.

I sit on my own.
I dwell on my past.
My heads full and fucked
How long will it last? .

I'm so sick of trying.
It's draining to care.
Where are my mates?
Is anyone there?

Why am I hated?
I'm fed up of trying.
Who wipes my tears
When I finally stop crying..

I'm so fucking lonely.
I'm tired and weak.
Stupidly bored.
Just the telly and drink.

Don't stand at my grave
Fake words and fake crying.
Your a little bit late
Atleast I died trying.

It just took a phone call
Thats all that I needed..
A reply to a message
I begged and I pleaded.

When it's to late
Don't shed a tear.
You wasn't there then
I don't want you here.

My girls and my husband
Are all that I've needed.
You fake bunch of gremlins
Atleast I succeeded.