Hopelesss

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem I wrote after listening to a song based on suicide. I disagreed with the bands viewpoint on suicide and wrote this poem to express my opinion on what depression and suicide are. I had to add an S to the title in order to avoid copyright issues.

Submitted: November 04, 2014

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~~Hopeless
Depression isn’t a game waiting to be played. It is walking home at the end of every night realizing that you aren’t the same person that everyone spoke to earlier that day, knowing that you would do anything to just feel “okay”.
It is waking up in tears at 2:30 am although you swear you previously experienced a deep slumber and a decent dream.
“What if someone is mad at me?”
“I don’t even deserve to dream, sleep, or breathe.”
Depression is a translucent ghostly, face that has the potential to light up a room, shivering bones that only want acceptance, blurry yet, astonishingly beautiful eyes that cry a million tears when no other eyes witness because, “You are supposed to be strong.”
The illness is a disoriented mind struggling to figure out exactly where everything went wrong, shuttering objects, and a contracting, queasy stomach.
“Things are better now”. I’m sleeping and eating.”
“The past three days were amazing and now suddenly, I want to stop breathing, gaining weight is not attractive, and the full bottles are screaming.”
“I must have cried on your should a thousand times”, but depression was the last time you and I spoke.”
“Even though I know what’s best, life has given me an infinite test.”
 

 

 

 


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