The Hold of Depression

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about what someone with depression goes through on a regular basis, as well as what their loved ones are put through.

Submitted: December 28, 2009

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Depression takes a hold of me
Every once and a while
When it gets a hold of me
My behaviour becames so vile
I start to cry and wish to die
All that I want to do is lay around
And sleep the day away
While my children start to wonder
Why their mommy is acting volatile

I feel angry with myself
How can I feel so sad
When people  are going hungry?
What makes me so special
That I should pity myself so?
I must be so incredibly selfish
That I sometimes can't leave my bed

Tears flow down my eyes
As a migraine fills my head
I have all of these aches and pains
Some of which are just in my head

I am so easily irritated
I become so quick to shout
Then I feel so guilty
When my children sob and pout
At those times I feel fragile
Like egg shells or a China doll
Yet other times I am frigid as the Arctic
And for that I feel so small

I wish that this depression never took hold of me
Not even once in a while
I wish that it never got a hold of me
I wish my behaviour was never vile
I don't like to cry nor should I wish to die
There is much more to do than just lay around
Far too much to sleep the day away
I wish that my children didn't have to wonder
Why their mommy is acting volatile
 


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