Depression is

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 06, 2016

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Do you ever just feel lost even when you know where you are?

When all you can think is "I want to go home" even when you are home?

Then realizing you mean something different by home but can never figure it out?

Like even though life is better than it's ever been you still feel a dark cloud clogging your lungs and heart?

Do you feel exhausted mentally and physically no matter how much sleep you get?

Do you ever feel broken, hearing your veins sing and your skin scream?

Do you ever feel like there is no way to get this feeling away?

Do you feel like ripping away all your skin to emerge from it?

To become a Phoenix?

To die and be reborn better, happier, more human? 

Because from time to time I do. 
This is my depression, my bipolar, or whatever other name doctors and scientists may put on it. 

 

Depression isn't beautiful. It's terrifying.


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