Long Depressionday Poems
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This harrowing day has consumed me with bleak
as I cannot speak I shut the door…
I am weak, saturated in my own sorrow,
sick in my own destruction of self of love.
Like a glove squeezing taunt against my gaunt heart
wrenching apart my clinging threads of mind
left behind as I try to fill my day with matter…
I shatter.
As I cannot speak I shut the door,
today I want no more than a gently hand to reach me,
touch me…
just be as though I had some kind of intent,
bent up and busted inside my beating chest
today my suffering finds no rest.
Black clouds hang dark to suffocate my space,
a face left faceless suspended and void
yet an asteroid of emotion lives within me.
I look around this day and I want to see
eyes wide open searching free but I am weak
as I cannot speak I shut the door.
Where do I go, what do I feel?
This real we call our waking hours in days,
surreal to me my heart’s blaze burns cold…
and I am old,
grown tired, uninspired of a sequestered soul
I lye ailing, dribbling down this lonesome hole.
Today I want no more than a gentle hand to reach me,
touch me…understand
that I hunger day and night in this demented fight
to reach new heights in connection of a kind,
yet today I find I am weak…
as I cannot speak I shut the door.
She lay there in her bed so sad,
And faced another restless night.
She wondered, 'Am I really bad -
Or am I just an ugly sight?'
She sighed, and switching out the light,
Her lonely heartbeat like a drum,
She told herself all would be right.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.
She’d dreamed the strangest dream she’d had,
And saw a man of fearsome height,
Expression wild - he may be mad,
The type that people think will bite.
She woke up, shouting with delight,
'At last I’ve found my own someone!'
Alas, her bed was still as white.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.
The morning came and she was glad,
She felt she’d meet the man, her knight.
He wouldn’t mind they called her mad.
She thought she wouldn’t have to fight
To win his love - although she might…
As people treated Lin like scum,
And tapped their heads and smirked, 'Not right',
She dreamed one day her prince would come.
She died alone in bed that night;
The carer telephoned her mum.
She never found her Mister Right.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.
"Born Free" has to be my least favorite song.
It's reminiscent of the day when I was born.
I don't know what it was in my life that went wrong,
but at some point I was born free of everything human.
A bottomles void possesses me deep within
completely devoid of any true feelings.
Just to get through my day I fake all the emotions
with everyone I meet just to fit in.
Wearing a mask day and night is very exhausting.
Thankfully, all of this will one day come to an end
with death being my only one true salvation
and once more I will be born free again.
Born free from a life of isolation.
Born free from feeling like an alien.
Born free from not feeling anything at all human.
Born free from not feeling anything other than depression.