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Depression

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Each tiny tablet dissolved in my stomach,
And left a shameful after-taste in my mouth,
Doing little to help the problem.
You can only cauterize a wound so many times
Before the body is too damaged to comeback.
Yet each day I swallowed my hope
That maybe today the wound would seal,
That the blackened areas rearranging my thoughts
Were really just a distant memory.
I grabbed each shard of relief and let them seep through me,
Feeling my soul convulse in disgust at my own weakness.
The cracks in my smiles and the hollowness of my laughter
Patched up with glue and staples,
Just enough to get me through the day.
I stared at the people around me and wondered
What it’s like to be free,
And so I grab an extra fragment of peace
And pretend that everything’s
Okay.
It's a pit that you can't climb out of, no matter how hard you try.
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teamanic's avatar

This is so relatable it's crazy. I always feel like I'm drowning in pills and it's really the only lifeline from completely falling under all the self loathing and regrets. Although I do hide it well because of practice :') But I feel like it's eating at me and it just feels incredibly icky that I'm hiding my problems away from loved ones bc I feel like I'm such a heavy burden after everything and I don't want to worry them. (Whoops sorry for this rant)


On the positive side though, I have healthier communication skills, got rid of toxic methods of communication that I did in the past, and able to think before I get controlled by my emotions :^) I want to try improve myself before helping others bc helping others while not being stable in the first place can backfire. I know this poem is old and from years ago, I hope you are faring well!


(Sorry for the ramble aksjajsk. Your poem just really spoke to me)