When i was 16 had this really serious depression, i wrote alot of stuff. Nothing good, because, i didn't start reading until i was 17 years, i hated reading before that.
Even though it's not well written, this peom (and a few others) describe how i was feeling at the time. (I can't believe i am posting this, i haven't shown these to anyone...)
I feel free
thoughts of lucidity
floating around
feeling alive
flying so fast
wind in my hair
the whispers reaps my soul with fear
I see it now
Death’s closing in
try to scream
all in vein
but I do not doubt
the choice is made
is this it?
the final call
my inner entrapment
is finally through
think about freedom
thoughts of joy
it makes me laugh a little
as I hit the ground