Stuck

[Pill2Chill]

Alone.
Sitting in the dark,
writing what I feel.
My eyes have lost their spark.

My only companions,
are this screen and keyboard,
and the ever rising pile of pills,
I just can't help but hoard.

I'm alone.
My life holds no meaning,
no value.
All my time is wasted.
Yes,
I'm feeling blue.

Daybreak,
the rat race is starting,
yet again,
Will this ever get better?
If so,
then when?

Still alone.
It's light out,
voices,
people.
They say you make your own luck,
but how to do that when you're stuck?



--This is my first attempt at poetry ever, be gentle with me.

 

[New]

I like it. It certainly conveys helpless spinning your wheels due to existential directionless. Is this how you really feel? If so, what possesses you to feel so lost, if you don't mind sharing?

 

[Pill2Chill]

Yes it is how I feel. I feel like I'm losing all my friends and even those closest to me (family) and the culprits are depression and anxiety.
Hence the "alone" parts.

Also that I'm jobless, have been for a while, so I feel useless.. hence the "holds no meaning, no purpose" piece.