My Depression.
My depression does not last for a few weeks or a few months, it lasts for years.
Slowly but surely eating away at everything I am, my happiness, my compassion, my ability to wake up and want to get up out of bed.
It's like a never ending cycle of sleepless nights, barely eating and countless hours staring at my ceiling.
People may not be able to see my depression but I can, it's like a dark shadow standing over me every minute of every day, dedicated to making my life seem absolutely pointless.
I may laugh, smile and look happy but what I have realised is that no one cares to look close enough to see it's one big act.
So I simply say, " I'm fine".
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Author:
jade (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poems basically describes one of the issues I suffer with on a daily basis, as you can tell I suffer from depression. Iām posting this so the people who see may be able to connect and maybe not feel as alone as they do all the time.
- Category: Sad
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I hope writing it out helped. I find writing helps me express things I cannot express in life.
I never say I'm fine when people ask, but they often look a bit bewildered at my inability to just be socially acceptable and say 'im okay'
I suffer from a grey inside, it rarely turns black these days.
It helps me be creative but it makes me incredibly lonely.
Hope there is a little more light today š
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