This fog is overwhelming
I can't see through it
Where am I going?
Stumbling over every crack in the sidewalk
It's thickening
I can't breathe
Everything's fading to black
What's going on?
I'm falling...faster, faster, FASTER!!!
(SPLASH!)
Flailing harder and faster
can't swim
starting to sink
Does no one hear the struggling?
I've finally reached the bottom of the bottomless pit
I'm drowning in my own depression
And no one can save me
A contest entry
- The Pages Of Your Soul by FlipperSwitch.
600 points, ended March 16, 2007, 15 entries
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This is a really good poem...but I'm not sure it really fits the criteria. It really doesn't sound like something you would read in a journal, and I could be wrong and correct me if I am- but it seems more like any other kind of depressing poem not diary so much.
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it depends, people keep journals for different meanings. Many people use them to reflect, or describe how they're feeling. I wrote this to describe how i was feeling, that i do feel dizzy trapped, and klastraphobic.
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