Best Depressiondesire Poems
I thought I couldn't make it, I thought, there's no-need in trying to fake it. I thought I
couldn't make it, couldn't even if I tried. One thing I had going for me was the strength
of prayer, the desire too try and shake it. The enemy use to laught at me, probably threw
party after partie's, had me the object of an pitifull degree. But like I said earlier, prayer's
are the commodity that give's giddy preference when one has given-up, still defying all the
obstacle's, treating life with stupidity. Many if not all people, do and will fall, fall-down the
ladder of life, the censentsus of marriages(why problems occur) and with no answer coming
in a timely fashion, and if one or all began to doubt the sainthood of the prosturity of trust
and surity. I thought I couldn't defy all the obstacle's, my selfishness lead to a private war,
predicated to a underscribable spell, and as I sank deeper and deeper(lump un throat) one
day with gun in hand, suicide became a source of a beginning instead of an ending (so I tho-
ught). My hand was trembling fuseily, to kill, steal your joy of life, the enemy must have been
smiling that dreadfull day, the day I thought to end it all. Tear's running down my face-out of
nowhere, a disturbing noise of siren's outside startle me, I later learn they were there for me.
Someone care enought to call when I didn't answer the phone, I had mention earlier--when
life had seem empty and blue, "that I no longer desire to live". So they prayed-and then the
authoritie's was call, arriving just at the nick of time. How could I allow things to get so bad.
It was so sad(so I thought) many times the God of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, he didn't
hear me, nor did I thought of love and peace for my sorrow.
"I defy all the obstacle's", the enemy tried to stored in my head. Now I know the reason for
life is the oddity of hate and the present of fate. That prayer's are the life-line that show's
him where is your faith, that you can carry to him, all the hardship one if not all shall face.
"The author of creation teaches love eternally is the essence that signified all that's difficult
when facing that (monster) always remember." "I defy all the obstacle's" :
Despair that transpires, and confuses within,
around in chaos I spin and spin.
Suffering the delusions that complicate the cycle of life,
everything eats leaving only the matter of strife.
Blood red tears that form my complex heart,
suffocating from every wave of anger that will start.
Over and over I sit within my mirror,
yet things never seem to get any clearer.
Judgment is with held but failure is futile,
so why should I ever believe life is worthwhile.
Deadly convictions due to times of the past,
everything seems to catch up so fast.
I believe in my screams that no one can hear,
within my hell spawns what is fear.
Burning in a flame of strife's depression,
drowning in life's mucked up lessons.
In my focus on what lies ahead,
is all that remains - to be dead.
Behold this demon that confronts my fate,
withholding the conclusion that slowly dissipates.
Unnecessary violent dreams that darken my desire to live,
the secrets expose a form of mortification that remains to forgive.
Infinity comes what is behind all lies,
of the hurt and shock, crying despise.
Dirty belief that shame becomes,
a dark mass of infected recycled slum.
This rope around my neck choking my air waves,
brain cells dying in my end of days.
Repressed desire to end my life because its fake,
I face this reality I can never shake every time I awake.
Daydreaming in times and places that where never real,
nothing exists in memories that one cant overcome to feel.
Numb to forgiveness of ones self-denial,
while walking life's long green mile.
Stumbling and falling into my own grave,
to this insanity of grief, that becomes my slave.
A fortune is told to help prevent surprise,
when in fact its overcome that becomes demise.
Explain these thoughts that control my will,
tell these voices to shut up I don't want to kill.