Submissions by caaitlinsaraa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2015 4:08am
19th Dec 2015 4:08am
Nothing of value
Depression.
De press me. De press you.
Just like cancer it knows no difference of gender, colour of your skin, your preference for man or woman and all that is in between. And just like cancer it is an illness, a disease with no foreseeable cure and yet I am told to "just get over it."
"You're not depressed."
"Are you sure you're really depressed?"
Each of these I have heard from people who I care about, my own mother told me I wasn't depressed when she has seen and lived with my father's depression for nearly 22 years.
So I...
De press me. De press you.
Just like cancer it knows no difference of gender, colour of your skin, your preference for man or woman and all that is in between. And just like cancer it is an illness, a disease with no foreseeable cure and yet I am told to "just get over it."
"You're not depressed."
"Are you sure you're really depressed?"
Each of these I have heard from people who I care about, my own mother told me I wasn't depressed when she has seen and lived with my father's depression for nearly 22 years.
So I...
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