Broken Poems

Depression...

Depression consumes the mind.

Depression controls your thoughts.

Depressions tortures the soul.

Depression eats at your emotion.

Depression is feeling empty.

No, not hungry.

But so empty that eating isn't appetizing,

But just time wasting.

So empty that you begin to lose all feeling and emotion.

When even the happiest of things fail to make you smile.

When you've had enough hard times to write a book of Broken Poems.

Just to feel needed, wanted.

When the idea of death seems more intriguing than the most thrilling of amusement rides.

Depression is that numb feeling you get when you think of giving up.

That feeling in your gut that's shouting out,

"But everyone will be happier if you just disappeared."

That numb feeling is a sign of rebellion.

Saying 'who cares if I leave this world tonight?'

The voice that haunts you to harm yourself,

Through drugs and alcohol and razors,

The thought of overdosing seems to be a quick painless route to try being free.

But please know it is not quick nor painless.

We use razors to try and draw the pictures a pencil never could because the dull lead tip could never make a picture so deep to touch our souls.

We use alcohol to try and make us forget our problems,

But they're still there when we sober up.

We use these harmful tools to try, and try, and try,

But they never seem to give us the satisfaction we need.

Why isn't this working?! We think.

It never was intended to. It's only a suck experiment that was never completed.

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