Why am I just letting happiness slip in between
my fingers
I'm only too much these days
I want to enjoy the time I have
When I'm enjoying life
But I'm pulling myself out of it
Just because it doesn't feel right
I want to leave my body and explain face to face
That as long as I'm responsible
Why can't I have fun
Look at yourself
You are present
There's no longer that film in your eyes
That covered the amazing views hidden everywhere
I used to laugh at myself in the mirror
Now I stare
Sometimes I cry as well
My past is blending with my present
The things I say and do
Remind me of the last time I did these things
I'm in a good place
To have these emotions
I beg myself
"Use your words."
.t.b.
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Author:
tb (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Normally I am dealing with depression, when I have my manic moments I hate it, I'm not used to it. I didn't handle it well in the past so I have mixed feelings about it, I've been absent online because of this, I don't like to write when I'm happy, I don't have much to say because I have experience talking about being depressed and empty, sometimes I'm empty when I'm happy even.
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Comments1
Thank you lonelyraccon for “using your words” to write such a beautiful and moving piece. I am privileged to come across the rare piece where one writes from the lovely interior most place of their heart. What can one do with such pain? The deep stabbing pain of depression? Rejection? Isolation? I know of only one remedy: Write and share. Your pain is my pain and trust me, I wont let it go to waste. Solidarity dear one with the One whom suffered like no other.
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