Depression is the most craziest thing that has ever happened to me. Sometimes I don't feel like a real person, I feel like I'm driving in automatic. I don't get a say in what's going on in my own life but I can see everything that's happening with a constant lump in my throat. My soul is screaming in pain, it doesn't stop. Never. Not even when I'm smiling. I want to be isolated. I don't want people to see how I'm feeling. So I try to put on an act. An act of being busy but not doing anything. An act on being happy around people but crying inside. I can't sleep, I lie there and think of how messed up I am. My head and heart ache in the shell of a person I am. In the shell of a person I've become. Despite the years of help I've had, and the medication that's meant to soothe the pain. I feel worse every day. My world is crumbling around me. But I will be ok. One day.
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Whatamess (
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- Category: Sad
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WELCOME FRIEND ~ You have come to the right site ! Lots of us on here have experienced Depression so we can empathise ! Poetry is very cathartic ~ so just sharing makes us feel better ~ I like your resolve at the END ! BUT I WILL BE OK ~ ONE DAY ~ AMEN ! Thanks for sharing ~ every Blessing ~ BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B
Thankyou Brian, I will have a look
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