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Living With Depression
Living with depression is like a tidal wave of emotions.
There are days when you're happy.
Smiling with friends.
Then there are the days when you're sad.
Mad at the world and don't want to do a thing.
You see the mirror and you put a sheet over it so you can't see your reflection.
You hate yourself for things you can't control.
All of it gets old.
You get sick and tired of being alone but don't want to go do anything.
You just want to lie there and stare at the ceiling, Listen to sad songs, and think about where you went wrong.
Was it when he hit you?
No, it didn't start then.
Was it when he touched your body when you weren't old enough for such a thing?
No it didn't start then .
Was it when those kids on the play ground used to pick on you for being and looking different.? Or when grandma told you that no boy would ever love you if you weren't perfectly curvy?
No.
"When did it get this bad? Why did it get this bad? Mommy why didn't you ever see that I was hurting ?Daddy why were you so far away.? I needed you. and all I heard was 'get over it' or 'it's normal. kids will be kids. ignore it'"
HOW CAN YOU IGNORE THE ONSLAUGHT OF WORDS THAT CUT YOU LIKE A KNIFE!
How can a kid love themselves when everywhere they turn, they are looked down upon.
Depression is like a tsunami.
Thoughts rushing through your mind like a flash flood.
You try to stay afloat, but you just get pulled under every time.
You see a life raft and you think you're safe.
but then..
BOOM! CRASH!!
Another wave hits and you lose sight of the raft. so you just float there.
Ready to give up.
Nothing seems worth it anymore.
Nobody cares.
You're alone.
No one will miss you.
Ready to give up yet?
Why do you keep fighting.
Living with depression is hell.
Because so many things caused it.
Never tell a person, "Just get over it."
You DON'T know what it's like.
Don't tell someone it gets better.
Because they'll ask you how long do I have to wait until it does.
You won't have an answer.
Don't pretend to care, all it does is make it worse.
Living with depression is a fucking curse.
There are days when you're happy.
Smiling with friends.
Then there are the days when you're sad.
Mad at the world and don't want to do a thing.
You see the mirror and you put a sheet over it so you can't see your reflection.
You hate yourself for things you can't control.
All of it gets old.
You get sick and tired of being alone but don't want to go do anything.
You just want to lie there and stare at the ceiling, Listen to sad songs, and think about where you went wrong.
Was it when he hit you?
No, it didn't start then.
Was it when he touched your body when you weren't old enough for such a thing?
No it didn't start then .
Was it when those kids on the play ground used to pick on you for being and looking different.? Or when grandma told you that no boy would ever love you if you weren't perfectly curvy?
No.
"When did it get this bad? Why did it get this bad? Mommy why didn't you ever see that I was hurting ?Daddy why were you so far away.? I needed you. and all I heard was 'get over it' or 'it's normal. kids will be kids. ignore it'"
HOW CAN YOU IGNORE THE ONSLAUGHT OF WORDS THAT CUT YOU LIKE A KNIFE!
How can a kid love themselves when everywhere they turn, they are looked down upon.
Depression is like a tsunami.
Thoughts rushing through your mind like a flash flood.
You try to stay afloat, but you just get pulled under every time.
You see a life raft and you think you're safe.
but then..
BOOM! CRASH!!
Another wave hits and you lose sight of the raft. so you just float there.
Ready to give up.
Nothing seems worth it anymore.
Nobody cares.
You're alone.
No one will miss you.
Ready to give up yet?
Why do you keep fighting.
Living with depression is hell.
Because so many things caused it.
Never tell a person, "Just get over it."
You DON'T know what it's like.
Don't tell someone it gets better.
Because they'll ask you how long do I have to wait until it does.
You won't have an answer.
Don't pretend to care, all it does is make it worse.
Living with depression is a fucking curse.
Published 29th Sep 2015
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30th Sep 2015 6:05am
Having experienced depression myself I thought you did a good job a capturing it here. This piece felt chaotic, dizzying, scary, confusing and abrupt. I think just reading this is like taking a ride in a depressed persons mind. Kudos to you for writing in that way.
11th Oct 2015 00:46am
OMG!!!!! Why do I only feel comfort in the Dark Messages!!!!! If I would have recieved professional counseling as a child,... I ~** <3 **~ With all due respect.... I personally feel it's not suicide you seek my friend. But a F'' escape to cure or heal the mental pain your feeling. Your misunderstood, there's nothing wrong with you. I tried cutting as a child, not to kill myself... but.... I summoned a pleasure I didn't understand at the time!!!!! And that was curing the mental pain I was going through. I wanted the pain to go away without killing myself. Cutting has been a cure for me not a suicide attempt. But.... it could lead to accidental suicide to us and to the Foreiner's report suicide!!! Not fair right???? I feel your pain, and remember... Your Not Alone... even though it may seem that way. ~** <3 **~ Lushviliance Veins maybe.... I would be another person today. Family secrets sometimes ruins a child.
