Depressionist
I walk alone in a crowded sea
But the wave of familiar faces means nothing to me
I’m silent now and live quietly
And walk neither calm nor violently
My thoughts are rushing, extremely blurry
It’s a flurry of feelings, notions, depictions and worry
And I swear my life is succumbing to fury
Im gone with the wind like a personal story
And I just don’t have time
My rhythms are off and I just can’t rhyme
My mind is lifeless; my life is blind
And I can’t find the strength to turn this tide.
I step up, but all I can do is hide
And sometimes I feel like I might as well have died
I’m alone in the deadliest people sea
But this imminent doom means nothing to me
Nothing works for me, but that’s okay
Because I’d rather be dead anyway
09 30 2010.
You captured such emotion in
You captured such emotion in this poem. If I hadn't ever been depressed, I believe your poem is an eloquent depiction of such a state of mind, and would be a great description for someone who had never experienced this feeling-- to be down and unable to snap out of it. It's beautifully written almost musical.
Sad, haunting but BEAUTIFUL. Excellent!
10 13 2010.
Thank You so much for the
Thank You so much for the compliment
09 30 2010.
You really show the power of
You really show the power of depression here, how it takes hold of you and affects your perceptions of reality and even your own thoughts, that become "rushing, extremely blurry...a flurry". Each point you describe is like a warning to the reader, like "this is how depression works you and takes you over". It feels like if we could catch it at the start of any of the times you describe, we might be able to hold on and not feel as you do at the end, "because I'd rather be dead anyway". Still, it feels like writing about it gives you something to live for--as you describe your feelings so well.
10 12 2010.
Great depiction!
Great depiction!
10 13 2010.
Thank You.
Thank You.
10 13 2010.
Thank You so much for taking
Thank You so much for taking the time to read through it carefully. It means an unprecedented amount to me
10 21 2010.
You killed this, nice poem.
You killed this, nice poem.
10 21 2010.
thank you
thank you