in my seat,
staring.
there is a word for this.
there could be many
i'm still sick
still as weak-minded as last year
and the year before
the only way to move on--
telling yourself
it's over.
but you're still in the chair
the blank walls
staring in amazement
you haven't moved
in all your life
we know the feeling.
and you wonder why
no one has taken interest
Author notes
i have chronic depression, and always will.
i still have those thoughts, as a lot of us do,
wondering if i'll ever really move on with my life.
i know i will
because if i say i can't
i never will.
but with friends dwindling, and the intense pressure to become a respected and loved individual; with my idealist attitude and selfish habits..
no doubt,
i can look completely fine.
but can i ever really change?
A contest entry
- Written Souls by Fedrizzi.
1800 points, ended February 10, 2009, 57 entries
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Comments
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you're a wonderful human being jenna. please remind yourself of how others veiw you. i'm sorry i've been such a terrible friend.
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