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Depression

I feel like dying What point in trying? I’m giving up My life is about to blowup It hurts to try It’s hard to cry I hate the time when all is quiet When I wage my inner riot I love the cuts that make me forget the pain But hate how it’s become my only blame I can’t stand the labels they give I wish I could just be me and live This hurts my heart This Depression is tearing me apart It is like a disease Which hurts me as it will please It picks at my brain ‘Till I am blinded by pain I feel it is my time to die So why try?

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Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway

Date: 12/14/2010 7:48:00 PM

Where to begin...Tiffany I'm sensing a pattern in your writing that is all to familiar. I know this pain and despair as I live with similar pains...Please know it will get better. Writing has been my release and poetry soup my salvation. Keep writing and sharing... We're listening...Lay

Laura Mckay

Date: 12/13/2010 2:40:00 PM

This isn't a poem about depression, it's a cry for help or even a suicide note. I hope that you will reach out for help in your area; I know it's out there because I have gotten help in my area. Be good to yourself; no matter what the world may see, God sees a valuable soul in you.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 12/13/2010 2:18:00 PM

If for the contest, good luck..Reads like a winner..I hope not your life but just a topic..There has to be much pain for a person to be a cutter...Sara