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Depression
Contributed by
lonely_kakashi
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Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 03:00:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Deep in this lonely place,
no sactum to call my own,
lost in this pit of darkness,
no place to rest,
relentless sadness engolfing me,
my heart stabbed one million times,
the daggers now en-twinned,
no lift, no stairs, no escilator to lift me up,
just this pit all around me,
my body tired,
my heart withered,
pain and suffering are all i know,
just want it to end,
just want to let go,
i can not love,
i can not live,
i can not even give,
people around me all want to help,
hands out stretched,
but they are all to far away,
only one hand can help,
but it is not held out towards me,
all i want to do is cry,
just lay down, wither and die,
all i want is this hand out stretched,
to love this poor old reich.
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Re: Depression
(User Rating: 1 ) by reprobate on
Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 06:42:24 PM AEST (User
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I think we've all been there...great sentiment. |
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Re: Depression
(User Rating: 1 ) by deathdrop on
Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 01:42:50 AM AEST (User
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its left upon me an impact of great emotion. i remember my dark days...
it's a brilliant poem! well put together, and well ended. good luck on the future.
best wishes.
deathdrop.
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Re: Depression
(User Rating: 1 ) by mickie on
Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 09:46:23 AM AEST (User
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wow! i am sorry that only one person can help you and they aren't. i wish i could help you. i know the feeling. especially about the knives. keep in touch, okay? let me know how
you're doing. i may not know 'you know' you,
but what you wrote...
is a part of me. |
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