the shell overcomes me, when
People around seem so free
I walk and walk but fall upon
my ever so broken spiritual knee
The world seems happy, but I am
not and that is just the way it
will always be
The imprint on this earth is and
will be only dust, I feel within
my being as to creating life, it has
been nothing but in just
Does not matter if Prozac covers my
emotion, I still feel all that confused
commotion
Depression is within me, that is why I
wish i was anyone but me, but when i am
sad as well as mad, creation i do well
abstract art to me this is life and i feel
so much apart
If I am sad or that if I am mad, it is me
I know nothing else and that is just me
A contest entry
- Mental Illness by piccola.
1000 points, ended November 13, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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You have spoken truly
A fine poem that many can identify with and I send you my admiration today for speaking up.
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prozac covers my emotion too; the thing is, I sometimes want to cry, but cannot...I hate that feeling worse than the sadness. It seems that all the prozac does is dull something inside me. thank you for this entry.
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