Today's Task: Show what an ordinary day may be like for someone with depression.
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In a city full of noise
I feel quiet
Surrounded by people
But constantly silenced
When I am alone
I gaze at the stars
not the noise, not the lights
but to see how far—
I am from the clouds.
I reach up high
to see if I can grab
a life I want as mine
but my legs are chained
to rocks and weights
I have no more breaths
I don't want to wait—
for a happy ending.
Does that exist?
When the writer of my story
throws troubles in my mix
I have a hole where my heart was
-walk on nails with my feet
I cover my mouth to hide from
the demons in my sleep
I watch the clock go by
with its small, ticking hand
thinking about the day
how it felt so bland
thinking about every day
and how it all feels the same
the numbness in my chest
the pain that won't go away
I had places to be
I had people to see
I had food to eat
I had things to complete
But every day feels like
a thing to complete
a thing to cross off my list
a routine to repeat
But why pick up the pen?
Why pick up myself
if every day is the same
and there is nothing else?
...
I drag my eyes to the sky
Drag my hand to the stars
I reach for hope
but there's no noise—
just new scars.
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Non-FictionAs an aspiring author and journalist, I have been taking literary courses to expand my horizon as a writer. Whether that be illustrating from different perspectives, recording naturalistic observations, or analyzing TV shows... I have been growing i...
