Self loathing expanding,
enveloping the lonely and alone.
Everyone so demanding,
to this depression I am prone.
A knife won't ease the yearning,
it's blade to blunt for me.
A rope, unnatural, burning,
as it tightens I want to bleed.
No way to feed this hunger,
this unnatural need to perish.
My soul grows no younger,
as this life I try to cherish.
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Hmmmm
Cause, solution, confusion and hope. Thats what I see in these lines. You have expressed your plight honestly here in a very deep and touching tone. Depression is what I like to call frozen anger, meaning that we have chosen to hold onto all of our anger (instead of releasing it in a positive way). Anger is a very powerful, natural and healthy expression of energy, however it does need to be released in a positive way. If it is not released, it stores itself until eventually you have no more room for anything else other than this anger which you then deny. When all you have left is rage towards yourself, depression kicks in. How can the world seem happy if all I feel is numb...? What we forget to do is love ourselves. We are all perfect just the way we are right now. The past should teach us, not hold us back from the present. The present is where life occurs, so if we choose to "live" in the past we are really not living at all. I have been down this road before and one of my lessons on that specific journey was that I needed to learn how to love myself again. I had turned into a monster and hated everything about myself. What I had forgotten though was who I was.The key to my escape from this oblivion was unconditional love. Once I truly understood what unconditional love was, the first person I gave it to was myself. I forgave myself for all my wrongs and started loving myself again.
Sorry, got a bit carried away there, but my depression also led me to becoming a transpersonal psychologist (majoring in anger therapy).
You have definately woven your essence into your words in this writing, I feel the poem. Great write.
Sorry about the babbling.
May your heart guide your footsteps
Dimitri
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I can relate to this as i suffer from depression/biploar.
fav line: My soul grows no younger,
as this life I try to cherish.
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Thanks
Depression is one of those things that many do not understand. I am glad you could relate. I like those two lines myself. Reminding me that as I grow older, I need to remember to love who I am today. Many blessings.
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well writen
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