Numb fingers
uncaring heart,
aching back
crawling skin,
tired eyes
stringy hair,
unkempt body
soiled nails,
cracked bones
stomach butterflies,
pure self-doubt
low self-esteem,
no self-control
eating too little,
eating too much
other's caring words
are never enough,
blood and acid
cascading rain clouds,
doesn't hurt
as badly as
dark, dreary, depression.
Comments
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Wow. You worked pretty hard on this from what I see. Either that or you have too much experience of depression.
<--sounds like you need one from this poem.
Very interesting though. I like your detail and the way you wrote this.
Great job writing!
~Sarah

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It just...came out of me. I've been a tad sad before, and a little depressed, but nothing this bad.
I have family members that go through this though. It's a sad disorder that not only eats away at the heart of the one who suffers, but eats at their family's heart as well.
Thanks for reading!
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