DepressionTrapped in darkness,Like a tiny box closing in, choking me.They call it nothing,But we few sufferers call it depression,A black gaping hole in our lives,They call it attention seeking, we call it life
Depression isDepression is an ocean,unpredictable and unwavering.Its depths are deep.Its Highs are shallow.Depression is the sky,amazing and determined.Its depths reach our soul.Its highs touch the heavens.Depression is the sun,Mysterious and huge.Its depths are unimaginable.Its Highs wish to swallow the earth.Depression is...me...is it you?
DepressionI'm tired of being here,all locked up in my head.Every day I hear a whisper,and I'm closer to being dead.Something taps me on the shoulder,something I can't fight.When it talks in that low voice,my eyes are shut so tight.Once it gets to a cetain point,and I'm still sitting on the ground,it tells me to do things,I'm trying to ignore the sound.Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,and I can hear a hint of sorrow.Even when it's telling me,I won't live to see tomorrow.I don't know what to say,and I don't know what to do.I'm still hearing it now,and I'm still suffering too.I can't tell what its weakness is,but I know I hear some lust.I just have to get through this,and have no one to trust.06/27/2004
DepressionI've missed your numb embraceI love to hate youYou ruin everythingYet you keep me safePhysical pain is a joycompared to you.A punch for a kiss,A bruise for a memory.Somehow I am proud of you.So selfish in my self-pity.You've fought against the drugsAnd you have claimed meonce again
DepressionDays in class seem pointless,Hours go by without notice,A void of saddness creeps in,Our world as we know it seems to spin,To many questions no answers found,Can't stare strait must look to the ground,A dark cloud hovers over my soul,Not letting me free, not letting me go,Holding me in heavy metal chains,Keeping me in, keeping me restrained,Depression attacks my once flourishing heart,Turns it cold, rips it apart.
DepressionCan you really sit in a tunnel of noise and yet hear only silence?Can you scream so loud that you feel as though your heart will break and yet make no sound at all?Can you be so trapped within yourself that you see no way out?How can it be possible to need someone so badly but want every one to stay away even more?How can you exist in a moment but have no emotions attached?How can you be in so much pain that you are no longer able to feel?The overwhelming sense that one more moment of anything that amounts to more than nothing will be more than too much?Trying to make sense of it all.Asking questions, trying to understand, trying to be more than the moment but being so buried in it that it suffocates.Trying to try.Holding on to the belief in self.The endless fighting to prove that the lies are the lies and the truth is the truth and someone else's eyes create the muddle and confusion.The want to believe that things are as they should be, that all the numbers add up.Denial