Another poem. Although not really fair, because I do have people who try to help me, but the message is more that no one will save you – you have to save yourself.
Why isn’t life a fairytale?
I want to be free from this nightmare,
To escape from this fortress of despair,
It will not let me go; I am trapped,
I need my knight in shining armour.
Will he come for me and fight the dragons?
Does such a person exist for me?
Or is he only in fairytales, for princesses?
I want my own fairytale ending.
Entrapped in depression’s chains I struggle,
I fight to keep afloat in the sea of anxiety,
I want to go home: to where I am safe,
But there’s no saviour to be seen.
I have come to realise over time,
That life is not like in fairytales,
Full of happiness and magic,
And they all live happily ever after.