My Depression

my depression is like trying to live whilst dead,
 its like a barrier holding me down to my bed, 
sometimes I think I might as well be blind because everything seems like a blur in my mind ,
 it always makes me feel like a failure so I start doing destructive behaviour , 
the voice in my head tells me not to eat ,
 a day consuming 100 calories makes me feel complete ,
 trying to resist the urge to self harm is like being chassed by a bear and trying to stay calm ,
 depression always attacks me out of the blue and he brings his other half with him too ,
they call her anxiety she hurts and despises me , 
she always tells me nasty lies when I think positive she allways has to rationalise , 
im petrified of going to sleep people say why don't you try and count sheep, because when you think your going to die negative thoughts tend to multiply ,
my heart starts palpitating it get so agravating ,
my whole body starts shaking my conciusness feels like its fading ,
all these symptoms are coping mechanisms but I cant breath I think im having a pulmonary emblysm ,
I know what im feeling arnt harmful but I feel like when eric banna turns into hulk from marvel,
its really draining feeling this low I wish there was an ecape somewhere to go ,
what is the cause of this nasty stimulation is it my past or a gene mutation,
all my memories are so  traumatic my stress response is now automatic ,
I can never sleep at night because of the  thoughts  rushing through my head ,
but during the day  my anxiety depression always  keeps me strapped to my bed.



Rebecca Hodgkinson 17
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 6:46 PM
Rebecca, sometimes writing poetry is therapeutic. Getting these feelings out is a great step toward healing. If that does not work, doctors need to know. A doctor you trust, no one else.
Blanca Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 9:16 AM
Oh Rebecca, someone once said "Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible sun within us" Thank you for sharing.
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