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When Depression Wins

There is no one left The last one i thought cared Cared not at all Tossed my heart off the cliff Oh how they enjoy my fall Into depressions deep oblivion Taking away my will to live again What the mind contemplates When caught in the downward spiral And the manic disease within goes viral Shall i answer deaths call After all its what they expect From this considered train wreck So i give the coin a final spin It stands on end, i just cant win Its a choice they say Heaven or hell, theres a price to pay So I must not delay For too much thinking just gets in the way Now the blood trickles out from the wrists gaping wound Im drifting off To sleep forever soon No goodbyes left to write I wont be missed And thats alright I dont want tears to shed for me Just let me go To be finally free. I take my final bow As the curtain falls My last act of self induced kindness Good bye to all

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/18/2016 9:09:00 AM

Depression is a killer, ...the evil in most people. I hope this is a poem and not a reality. Carl, this is a deep cutting poem.... Always your friend and in your corner. Linda

Carl Fraser
Date: 9/19/2016 3:13:00 AM

Its nice to have someone in your corner even if that corner is around a bend 2ooo miles away. Thanks Linda. Blessings Carl

Lewis Raynes

Date: 8/5/2016 4:51:00 AM

Such a sad write, beautiful

Probir Gupta

Date: 8/5/2016 4:34:00 AM

Does not appear to be personal. It is not easy to write so well a poem from the black hole. But in case it is not fictional, the sufferer should consult a cognitive psychotherapist immediately. Treatment by Psychiatrist combined with cognitive psychotherapy can cure this disorder of thought and mood.

Holly Bohto

Date: 8/5/2016 3:03:00 AM

We don't let depression win. We are warriors for our souls. We unleash our anger and don't suck it in. This poem is downright scary because some have chosen that path to nonexistance. Courage is facing emotions. We fight for the right to be artistic and unique. Well written because you feel this deeply and are expressing this so truthfully. Fight on my warrior.

Carl Fraser
Date: 8/5/2016 3:33:00 AM

Thanks for reading Holly. I wouldnt do this but all the feelings are real when it comes to depression. I fight with all thats within me.