I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know what to say.
Just wish that I could figure out,
What makes me feel this way.
I try to move, try to run
Try to change, get nothing done
Stay in bed, but I don’t sleep,
Only move when I need to eat.
Feels like I’m stuck in the deepest hole,
But I’m the one who dug it.
Crying for someone to pull me out,
But eventually just say chuck it.
Why am I cursed with this state of mind?
Where can I find the strength to climb?
For now I’ll make this hole my home,
Or maybe around the globe I’ll roam.
But I’ll carry this pain wherever I go,
Unless I find the strength to grow.
Where will these demons take me next?
Well I guess I’ll never know...
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Author:
Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) (
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Oh I hope there was some catharsis in writing it out. Writing helps me with these kinds of feelings.
I was 'disgnosed' with depression when I was younger and continue to be inflicted by waves of sadness in life. I sometimes wonder whether I am just more attuned and responsive to the world which is not always happy and nice. Is it more human to know sorrow and feel it than to ignore it and go on.
So when I feel.rhe wave come I let it take me for a while. I try not to apologise or feel shame.
I.am mostly 'lucky'. I function relatively okay and can keep on.
I hope you find a way to live with depression.
This is kind of a way for me to let it out you know; a lot of people don't understand the struggle that is really is. I hope you have a good journey and fight through this horrible battle between you're emotions. Thanks!
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