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Depression
Contributed by
desolantdreamer
on
Friday, 19th October 2007 @ 12:27:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Facing the broken mirror my relfextion stares back
I am not me anymore, I don't see the me I once was
My eyes are hollow and dull, my face is pale and sad
I'm falling again, darkness enveloping me with each passing second
That slippery mountain of nothing I once climbed to the top
But now I find myself sliding back down, trying to get a foothold
It's as if a rope has wrapped itself around my ankle
Dragging me into the mouth of the disease that I tried so hard to fight before
I am so tired, so weak, using all my strength to keep my grades up
Misery and exhaustion are something I can live with
But my future I won't risk
So while fighting the want to sleep forever
And fighting the want to cry every minute
I work my fingers to the bone to ensure that I do not let my future fall
But I'm so tired, fighting and working is draining me
Further and further into the dark emptyness I fall
Emotion is no stranger to me,
But right now I feel like nothing's there but sadness
My body aches, my eyes sag, my mind throbs, my stomach growls all constantly
I feel as if all hope is lost from my soul,
And the pain is so emense
I'm just so tired
I want to sleep forever
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Re: Depression
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cupid on
Saturday, 20th October 2007 @ 06:04:46 AM AEST (User
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Boy, desolantdreamer, do I know how you feel!
I've felt this way a lot. In fact, I recently wanted to sleep all day because I didn't want to go to class.
Sometimes I just want to give up and sleep and write for the rest of my life.
But that's the beauty of anti-depressants *chuckles*
I'm sorry for your loss, but please don't give up. If you do, you'll probably regret it.
Anyway, I like this poem. Keep writing, my friend, and know that things will look up again. |
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