Down In A Hole

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A writing about living with severe depression.

Submitted: August 24, 2009

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Down in a hole I feel forever trapped.

The more I stare out at life, the greater my confusion becomes.

Up I go, down I go, as life continues to zoom on by.

Today I accomplished absolutely nothing and tomorrow I will do likewise.

There seems to be no end to this dark hole or to this enigma that I continue to live in.

Life seems so normal to me while at the same time it can seem odd to others.

For many years I have felt jaded and sincere smiles are rare in my world.

I have searched my soul for answers only to find many more questions and this has left me emotionally drained.

Confusion often ranks supreme as I often lose focus and am unable to concentrate.

My thoughts can seem awkwardly twisted but crystal clear at the same time, and because of this I can be very difficult to grasp.

My actions can vary from one extreme to the other, and my mind knows no boundaries.

What I want is normality, as what I have now is driving me insane and slowly eating away at me.

The desire is no longer present and my friends are a thing of the past.

My prior interests seem irrelevant and today I struggle just to make ends meet.

This world I live in has destroyed what encompasses it, and the results are very often chaotic.

I am here but feel long gone; my demeanor stone cold, my reflection barely visible, and my shadow remains in the spotlight, but somehow I am still standing.

Life continues to lower its boom on me and if not for the two pillars which keep me standing tall, I long ago would of been toppled.

I am not sick and I definitely am not well, and denial has become my biggest handicap.

What has not killed me continues to make me stronger, and by the time my end arrives I will be Herculean in stature.

I wish onto no man what life has dealt me, for my hand has caused many to forever fold.

The pain I endure is my punishment for the love I release and my destiny so far has ensured a great deal of pain.

Some day I will leave this hole, but until then I will continue to dig in hopes that one day when I awaken I will be standing on even ground.


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