With that small hope

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Implications of suicide

By Princeton Chiu

The wind, clawing at the window.

Screeching, scraping, begging for entry. 

Pitter-patter. Each drop like percussion.

The rain falls, pattering against the ground.

Worries strike me, like arrows on a bow. 

All around me, a dreadful symphony. 

Temples throbbing, my thoughts cloud. 

Like a collection of screams and screeches. 

The grimful symphony sings louder than ever. 

Feeding off my suffering like hungry leeches. 

Deterring, destroying, devouring. 

Stinging sounds, still ringing aloud. 

My thoughts cloud like a whirlpool.

Pounding and pounding, swirling and swirling.

Like a dizziness that makes death drool. 

Stripping my lifeforce, almost like droughts.

All around me are endless thoughts. 

Incomprehensible, like a timelapse

Like a patient, suffering from a relapse

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts”

The only words that echo in the endless void. 

Even then, I hold on everyday, staring up. 

With that small hope, hoping that anyone, anyone, could save me.

Rationale: Usually, people with depression are constant overwhelmed by daily life. Just the simple prospect of getting up is difficult. Everything feels like hell and sad for them- they don't feel motivated to do anything. The voices of society push these voices that cause this suffering, pain and lack of motivation. People with burn out, or too much stress and lack of regard for their mental health tend to have their mind set on work, and work only. Even when all their work is finished- in their mind, it seems like there's still work to do, like they can't relax at all. This makes them feel overwhelmed and exhausted from daily life, people around them, and their general mood. This poem depicts a person yearning to be saved from a suffering- from an overwhelming every day that they hang on to desperately. It is meant to be an analogy and a representation for the many people suffering from bad mental health, such as depression, burn out, or anxiety. This poem was made to raise awareness about it.

(I tried experimenting a little with the flow and structure of the poem... so the poem might look and seem a little rough.)