Every day i wake up and begin to feel better, an hour or so will pass before my soul begins to stutter. I drag myself down by the chains of my subconscious, twisting and turning to the point i feel nauseous. It doesn't soon stop and i don't know when it will, though as the day goes on the rapids begin to still. This isn't good though because now I'm at the bottom, the water stopped moving and is stagnating my problems. Who knows how long i can last like this, i can't stop crying for all i want is bliss.
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Author:
Seon (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If someone you know or care about is going through depression, dont treat it as a joke, its not a joke, not a game. my life is filled with thoughts of death and i cannot move one, help those you love before they reach a point of no return as i have.
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Very touching write. I hope you feel better soon!
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