Night time has fallen
The moon rises up
Just like my depression rises
From it's slumber
At day it's away
But at night out it comes
To make the end of my day
Sad and ruined
So I sit down
With my head on my knees
Thinking about
How much life sucks
And about if I should commit suicide
For this happens every night
And sometimes I can't fight
My urges to cut
But I try my best to fight them
For I can't let them win
But sometimes all hope is lost
And I have to do it
I have to cut
For it's my only relief
From the pain
It's my only medicine
My escape from reality
But then later
I wish I hadn't
For I look at my palm
And I see the scars
And I remember..
Those nights when I gave in
And the depression was to great
I wish I had never started
I wish I could go back
(But then again I don't)
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Written July 11th, 2006
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I really like this one. Because I take a medication for depression but I am stable because I have constructive hobbies. I am more happier. Because I think postive things not negative things. So good thing you wrote this poem.
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yeah i know how you feel the scars are there and they remind you of the bad mistake you made...and then you have to hide it or cover it up with a lie....but anyways great poem! good use of imagery! i could see everything you were talking about! i can't wait till your next piece!
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