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Depression

Contributed by MaRyDoNtUwAnNa on Tuesday, 27th January 2004 @ 12:40:48 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

A weight is pushing down on me,
smothering all that I can see.
Sheltering all that I can feel,
Mechanically I move and act unreal.

Without passion in my eyes,
without motovation in these lies.
A robot without a chip I am,
aimlessly performing an endless scam.

My day to day tasks unreal,
taste no longer has appeal.
Touch has lost all of its feeling,
Music has lost it's sense of healing.

Sight has lost it's color here,
taste has no tenacious cure.
The world is now forever night,
nothing to see but black and white.

Now I am untouchable,
self-consiously unreachable.
Nobody hears my eternal cry,
I just wish that I could fly.

In a life there's always wonder,
and these questions I will ponder.
When will this sorrow end?
when will we re-commend?

Reaching out to anything,
just to find myself sinking.
There is nothing for my troubled mind.
for my will-full seeking hands to find.

My life is now out of control,
everything seems gray and dull.
Even my friends turn on me,
hatred is now all I see.

They don't want to be tainted today,
by my endless world of black and gray.

Copyright © MaRyDoNtUwAnNa ... [ 2004-01-27 00:40:48]
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Re: Depression (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 27th January 2004 @ 03:07:28 AM AEST
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Hi there,
It's really hard for a person to say not knowing you but it could possible be a medical thing. I use to feel that way all the time but now my Dr. has me on meds that helps me sort thru what's in my head instead of it all over whelming me as it use to now I actually have joy in my heart.
I wouldn't think it would be u as a person as u have friends etc. Get to the Dr. and be straite up with him as it's confidentual and he can help u.
Hang tuff and please go to a Dr.
huggs, luv,
emy

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