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23rd-Apr-2007 02:15 am
poison ivy
a friend wrote this.

real depression isn't selfish
nor is it emo.

it's empty.

it's well beyond apathetic.
it's angst that boils over
resentment of "normal" people
wondering why you can't be happy
no matter how "good things are going for you"

it's looking around the room for anything that matters
and coming up empty handed
it's desperate phone calls to answering machines

loss of will

it's asking god
or anyone
to do something

you reach out and reach out
and hopefull you're caught

if not,
if you're lucky,
you cry it out
wail more like...
until you pass out

the only thing that helps is sleep.
unconditional love
or death.

selfish people commit suicide

the rest suffer
alienate themselves
and pretend to give a shit.

most people out there don't have a clue what it's like
it's not acute
it's not "whoa is me"
it's not "im sad"

it's way way worse.

it's living without spirit.
it's the tin man with out dorothy

send me to the scrap yard
i want to be recycled
and come back as a toto
25th-Apr-2007 09:10 am (UTC)
When you asked me how I've been doing early and I was listing off situational things...what was unsaid that poem expresses beyond perfectly. I'm tempted to just print it out and turn it in to the doctors and not say a word. I'm a dork of course and crying after reading this but...thats where im at. Thank you for giving me the words for it, its something i'm finding most people don't or won't understand.
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