Got out of bed.
Walked to the kitchen to make the coffee.
Bare-feet hit the linoleum.
Started to get ready for work.
I just sat at the end of the bed.
crying
crying
Feelling myself and my sanity slip through my hands.
I looked down and saw the puddle I cried.
I cried some more.
So many broken pieces
So many
How am I going to put it all together again?
Author notes
I have been dealing with depression for all my life.
Found the right meds and person I can talk to.
Also writing helps get the blues on the run.
So I am not a stranger I know depression well.
A contest entry
- Depression by Exodus.
525 points, ended May 6, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Hmm, I think you might want to re-read this, there are one or two word mix ups that hold up the flow of the poem. Aside from that, this is very to the point, very open. I always find it interesting to read pieces like this, how someone can write something so out there without hiding behind metaphor and double meanings.
Thank you -
piece by piece... sometimes it seems overwhelming because there are a 1000000 pieces and only one you... but to make whole again ... keep in mind... one piece at a time will make you whole... it will just take longer... hang in there...
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