
Everyone tells me I’m depressed,
But I don’t know why I feel so stressed.
Every dream whispers the same,
Yet when I search, there's no name.
I look at the sky, it's calm and wide,
For a moment, peace sits by my side.
But something's missing, something's wrong,
Like a melody that lost its song.
I want to rise, I want to build,
Yet every battle leaves me stilled.
I try, I fall, I stand, I break,
How much more can my heart take?
I dream of giving, of making them proud,
For all they’ve done, I say it loud.
But why am I stuck? Why can’t I move?
Why does my soul refuse to prove?
I ask myself—where did I go?
The girl I was, I hardly know.
She’s changed, but into who?
And what am I supposed to do?
I love them, I care, I swear it's true,
Yet my hands feel empty, my sky turns blue.
I still don’t know what’s breaking inside,
But the weight of nothing is hard to hide.
About the Creator
Ellie
I write the whispers of the soul—silent battles, untold dreams, and echoes of resilience. Let my words speak what hearts often leave unspoken. If you seek words that echo your heart, welcome to my world.



Comments (1)
Your poem exudes a constant search for meaning, authenticity, and emotional connection. I feel a deep emotional intensity that stems from the need for self-discovery. As our expectations diminish and our willingness to give increases, life becomes better.☀️🐢