Depression
By celticman
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I am what I am not
That’s what I’ve been taught
The timekeeper in my head
keeps each tick of the day
He feeds me guilt
pain on not going away, again
I am a virtuous paragon of self-hate
No need to wait
Yesterday I was good
I drank no wine
went to bed on time
A reservoir of self-control
part of me can’t wait to frustrate
The rational part of my brain—exhausted
The irrational part jigging time
Just let me know
when you let go?
Self-possessed as a cat.
That’s that
Fear, anxiety and childhood shame
Oh, how we know how to play that game
My blood pressure, a foaming sea
I need a drink and need to wee
Half-open and half-shut
My heart plucks the stomach
My nerves stretch over my bones
I need to get home!
I NEED TO GET HOME!
I’m gasping in cold air
People stare
Oh, how they stare
You could be sectioned
Take Care
Take Care
I am the atom first split by Rutherford
The moon-shot loopy-loo, loopy-doo
Gin, vodka, wine, calms the mind
Suicide rates creeps up you find
Our relationships, what are they?
What do you say? Hasty?
How are you?
How are you sleeping?
Have you gained or lost weight?
How do you feel?
Does your anti-depressant tablets make you real?
I am a pale balloon clinging to the night sky
You must try harder
Try not to cry
I’ve reached a point I need a friend
a cat, a dog, a hamster, a scale model of a dream
or so it seems
Owning my anger, my ambivalence, a world that hates.
Let me not be, someone like me
I would pray to end the day
Sucked into the void
a buzzing brain, bleak and sad
let me not be mad
let me not be mad
An unravelling mind pretending to be well
you’ve created your own hell
tender care reaches out a hand
finds me not there
not there
Came every day to put double-voddy away
The exhausting, daily grind pushed behind
shedding tears and how we laughed
I am an argument you lost
relapse—perhaps?
Hard work like everybody else
or get the sack
that’s your whack
I am avoidance therapy
the cancer of what could be
people like me
False flag of tranquillity
keep it all inside
let yourself stew—it’s all down to you, you, you.
Trapped inside my head
the world shifts
the roof spins
Pretend care
Pretend recovery
Try on your new skin.
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Powerful
  and fierce. Sometimes writing it down helps, sometimes writing it down keeps it at bay.
Hope you're ok
E x
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Powerful
and fierce. Sometimes writing it down helps, sometimes writing it down keeps it at bay.
Hope you're ok
E x
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Great to read a poem of yours
Great to read a poem of yours - very powerful.
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Hi Jack
Hi Jack
It is very powerful and reads true. I have a son who suffers from depression.
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Interesting. well written. I
Interesting. well written. I don't think I have read any poetry of yours. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this is more of one person's impression than a general feel of it. Is that what you were going for? Good one.
GGHades502
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