I watched as her lips spoke words of the chart
Feeling those walls feast on what pride I have left
The longer I sat there the more my body seized up
I can feel my muscles cramping
My hands become clammy
Last but not least Depression
Going home all I see in the mirror are scrambled definitions defining me
The longer I stare into that pane of glass the more pain I feel in myself
The pain is numbing
a tingling sensation of just existing
What makes matters worse is watching my family
they stare at me
stare through me
Piercing me with judgment
Every goddamn ounce
wanting me to become another statistic
They put a sign on my back spelling suicide
It’s red paint rushing down my back making me stand out in society
becoming a statistic
just a face among the millions wondering do I matter?
Do I matter?
will that stop the world from spinning
No, its just a moment in time that will come to end
people will move on and continue on till another one comes along.
About the Poet
The poet, William Wilson is from Louisville Kentucky. This poem is about coming home after serving in the armed forcing and being pushed aside. Through this poem, William tries to bring out the beauty in the darkest work. He wrote these poetic words after suffering a panic attack and it helped him calm down.
He intends to send the message that writing is an amazing tool for dealing with hard times.