I have to admit, I have a thing for 17s. I kind of have some memories with it so sometimes every 17th of the month, I get inspired. This is the last of my depression poems – for now – hopefully. At this point, I was better but I was just so tired at that point. I actually didn’t have any title for this poem so the title is in fact, the whole post’s title.

Blinking the tears I lay awake
Falling asleep, suddenly not a piece of cake
Lying here, memories fill my mind
All the happiness and pain seem to unwind

What’s become of me I know not
My inner being’s starting to rot
I search to find who I may be
The search to nowhere starting to bite in me

The feeling I’m lost is freaking me out
No idea anymore of what everything’s about
Feeling like a 3rd person in my own story
The movie’s playing such an endless tragedy

The urge to move and take control of my life
Draining slowly, tired and beat in strife
Yet I live on I still breathe
The reason I seek is something I must heed

Who I am, I may not yet know
Still life goes on, I have time to grow
My life may be a hard and playful adventure
To seek truth, this I must endure

07-17-07 12.05am