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Joined: 10/8/2005
Msg: 1
DepressionPage 1 of 1    
Heres a poem I wrote when I was 15 and was going through a very depressing time in my life.


Desperate, exhausted, filled with fears,
her eyes flooded with contast tears.
Drowning in a whirlpool of ignorance and hate
trapped and enslaved by a cruel world's fate.
Struggling and trying but never suceeding,
her tortured soul, scarred and bleeding.

Her heart sinks deeper into her chest,
with the pain of 1000 knifes cutting across her breasts.
She found herself alone, stuck in this world's hell,
and all her optimism completely fell.
Deep in depression her life was laced.
and all the happy memories suddenly erased.

The world pushes forward, leaving her behind
and all the people are to far gone to mind.
Kept in the company of her demons and ghosts
with cold, futile lashes she'll gain at the most.
She fought and tried but lost her grasp on reality,
and was left with only her dilusions and insanity.

A broken women forced to the other side
where its useless to run or try and hide.
because she was forgotten, abandoned and given no assistance
and completely lost her way in this cold, dark existence.
and In the end the struggle was useless, there was no cause to fight,
'cuz she'll allways be stuck in a world, dreary as night.
Joined: 10/8/2005
Msg: 2
Posted: 11/10/2005 5:32:08 PM
Feel free to leave comments on my poem or to leave a poem of your own.
Joined: 9/10/2005
Msg: 3
Posted: 11/16/2005 6:37:07 PM
I wrote this poem about 4 mnths ago.. I think its somewhat like depression.. even though i was in a state of numbness rather than depression when writing it.. anyhoo here goes:

Kitchen, butter, box, bowie, whatever

When I cut, it calms me. Focus on a different pain. My body's ugly anyways; give it scars for days. I'm a 125 pound bruise, but colorless. If you walked in my shoes, you'd find weakness.. Don't pity me for only my reflection is what's sick.. I've got to dispose of these mirrors quick... one more look into my own eyes, one more noticed flaw to contribute to my cries, equals one more cut onto my arm.. one more blood stain on my bracelet's charm.. so help me keep a smile please... dont condemn my disease.. it's keeping me alive inside.. physically i may resemble death.. but i cut with pride.
Joined: 9/30/2005
Msg: 4
Posted: 11/25/2005 10:52:06 PM
Thank you all for posting...
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