Depression is a strange and intricate matter, causing severe reprocussions for some.
Depression drives some to be like a mad hatter, listening to no one.
Depression leads some to seek help from a therapist, but to no avail.
Others cut, curse and act meek, doing naught to recover, instead choosing to wail.
Sadness and woe are universally experienced, to many varying degrees.
But insensitive pricks act all silly and say incosiderate stuff like "Jeez."
"Just get over it, it's not that bad, you're going through a phase."
Not knowing that that person sees life as a monochrome haze.
Of dreariness with no motivation to do anything at all,
At the mercy of emotion, swept off a cliff, eternally bound to fall.
The depression I feel is short-lived, yet intense, my brain wanting to maim,
Myself, sometimes others, acting without sense, a life I have yet to claim.
Were it not for my mind being overly considerate whilst I am in these moods,
I'd surely have offed myself when I was 8, for there is no reason to carry on the feud,
Between my mind and myself, an eternal war, only won when both are dead,
The war consists of emotional bombs, thoughts filled with with sadness anger and dread.
My family and friends are the few things keeping me alive,
Both literally and figuratively, their love is what makes me strive
To carry on my life and keep on going.
I can't give much back, exept stopping my sadness from showing.
So to my friends that I have accrued, I wish you all the best,
And from the bottom of my heart I thank you for being there for me when I'm depressed.
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A Collection of Short Things
Kısa HikayeI get bored and depressed, so I write short stories and poems that no one cares about. I put them here, so get ready for some amateur poetry.
