Depression devours inside me intoxicated around my flesh my emotions deteriorate's in pieces representing no happiness left how did I dilute myself into this mental illness state ? a friends lends advice and just calls it simple mind play..in here i stand with this fake persona pretending that everything is alright ignoring these little voices because i'm dying from the inside
im down spiraling into a bottomless pit bleeding out this pain while my consious slowly rips i try to hold on to every bit of hope but i just evaporate the devil emasculated on my self control all I feel is bitterness and ugly as im digging my own whole at times i try to fight against my insecurites but the scorching pain last longer with my uncertainty
all around my heart spr€ading through my viens Feeling very empty Driving myself insane
thriving inside my core like a infection im going in circles with this depression in then I think back in my youth era is this a cycle from parental abuse and neglect ? is this why I lose most of my self moral respect ? Instead Im soaked into my old scars in a constant repetition being torn apart.
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
I did this poem to vent I do have depression and yes it is a problem but at the same time Im Glad I opened some truth ...sincerly beth in hope for better
Why be depressed, see the truth, you're young and beautiful, and have your whole life ahead of you...if you are sad now, think to find why and see what can be changed...the light will turn on if you are open to it.
niah9Auckland, New ZealandSep 18, 2014
tauntedhumor....there comes a time when the past has to be faced....don't fight it accept it, and work through it.... Depression is real, and I have many friends who work through it each day...but it will get better, and write, write, write.....anything that works....not depressing, uplifting because sharing I believe means.... you are moving slowly forward....
K
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoSep 18, 2014
I can clearly relate to the forlorn emotions that exudes from your poem. Depression rips asunder the very core of one's self esteem and the way one sees life. I think its good that you can recognize whats causing you to feel this way, its a great step. Very emotive piece Beth.
socrates44San Fernando, Trinidad and TobagoSep 18, 2014
Very deep and powerful write, venting deep-seated emotions that bind one's inner being in thoughts of emptiness and negativity!
Perhaps, most, if not all of us, have such an experience, maybe in varying degrees. I think it is important to avoid it becoming a feeling of despair and hopelessness which surely takes one to the very bottom of that bottomless pit.
Writing is very cathartic, as niah has stated. Continue to do so.
I know it was helpful to me when I had a similar experience in my early 20s. However, I always made an effort to end those pieces expressing a hope of overcoming those experiences. I think this is important. Here is an example from a piece I called "Black Night":
"Black night, black thoughts merging into one No sword shall sever this gordian knot that binds my being in longing and despair
My tortured soul cries out filled with a longing to crush the things that torment me so
I see them with the mind's eye and would strangle them but they recede into the shadows of night to mock me anew in ripened time
But now let my soul be at rest even for a fleeting moment for I am finally free
Free! The very sound is music to my ear filling the mind with such fantasies that leap to the heavens and leaves me panting just alive
As a man who is spent I rest and waves of gentleness flood my soul
The thought of a tender kiss the smell of a rose, Jove's nectar soothes my being and sets my soul at ease to gather up courage to face another day"
From one who has managed to overcome the black dog I know where you are coming from. I believe the only thing that stopped me from taking away my life and one time the lives of my boys was my faith and fear or love of God. I now spend most of my time helping people Diana, I'm not a qualified counselor but I'm very good at listening. I'm more than happy to share with you a few points that helped me turn my life from hitting rock-bottom to this peaceful life I now have with my husband Nu. Thank you for sharing this with us, it takes courage even just to speak up...keep writing because it helps us a lot. Take care...my inbox is blocked but if you wish to connect please leave a note/comment on any of my poems and will open inbox for you... take care...God Bless!
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKSep 18, 2014
Quit saying you are rotten, because people will believe you are rotten, it is a strange place this corner.
I wish I had the mother of a beautiful girl, smart, talented, beautiful soul like you. I love you, girl.
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeSep 21, 2014
as usual I came late but with plenty of love not hate depression is the devil work now its time for Jesus to offload this silent deadly poison ...Depression
mine was so intense..read my MASTERPIECE LAST POEM ...I came crawling back from that disappeared after wards but I'm back again...
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Depression is real, and I have many friends who work through it each day...but it will get better, and write, write, write.....anything that works....not depressing, uplifting because sharing I believe means.... you are moving slowly forward....
K
I wrote this poem long time ago.... please have a look ;) Stay Well
Perhaps, most, if not all of us, have such an experience, maybe in varying degrees. I think it is important to avoid it becoming a feeling of despair and hopelessness which surely takes one to the very bottom of that bottomless pit.
Writing is very cathartic, as niah has stated. Continue to do so.
I know it was helpful to me when I had a similar experience in my early 20s. However, I always made an effort to end those pieces expressing a hope of overcoming those experiences. I think this is important. Here is an example from a piece I called "Black Night":
"Black night, black thoughts merging into one
No sword shall sever this gordian knot
that binds my being in longing and despair
My tortured soul cries out
filled with a longing to crush
the things that torment me so
I see them with the mind's eye
and would strangle them
but they recede into the shadows of night
to mock me anew in ripened time
But now let my soul be at rest
even for a fleeting moment
for I am finally free
Free!
The very sound is music to my ear
filling the mind with such fantasies
that leap to the heavens
and leaves me panting just alive
As a man who is spent I rest
and waves of gentleness flood my soul
The thought of a tender kiss
the smell of a rose, Jove's nectar
soothes my being and sets my soul at ease
to gather up courage
to face another day"
Poetnumber1 thank u for the support and love
Thank you for sharing this with us, it takes courage even just to speak up...keep writing because it helps us a lot. Take care...my inbox is blocked but if you wish to connect please leave a note/comment on any of my poems and will open inbox for you... take care...God Bless!
but with plenty of love not hate
depression is the devil work
now its time for Jesus to offload
this silent deadly poison ...Depression
mine was so intense..read my MASTERPIECE LAST POEM ...I came crawling back from that
disappeared after wards
but I'm back again...