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Trinity_C

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1 poem·Since September 2017
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Depression Is

September 25, 2017
                                                                      Depression is 
 
Depression.
Now, don't act like I haven't gotten your attention
I've been there before
But now I am here to open a brand new door
Most people, you see, most people, when they hear the word depression
They then start to feel this great suppression 
 
Now depression gets the best of us
Like creepy crawlers feeling like they must
Must take away our beating heart 
Our ability to be happy--so sad it tears us apart
With our nails bitten down to the nub
As we blindly hold out our hands so far as we so desperately run
Run.
 Run away from those that hurt us, run away from the pain that infects our brain with pus, run, from the society that has ignored and shunned us. Run.
They give you antidepressants to ease the pain
Well I'm telling you now, antidepressants don't keep you sane 
You pop a pill and feel happy for a while
Then reality hits and you throw up some bile
They suppress the problem, they do not fix 
And they cannot help the pain stitch 
 
There are some of you who feel worthless, as if your presence disturbs us
There are some of you who feel guilty for nothing you've done, wanting to bake dead under the sun
There are some of you who feel as if you have nothing to give out, so you cry and silently shout
There are some of you out there, that don't feel anything anymore--numb to the pain without a care
 
You blame your parents, you blame those around us, or you just blame yourself 
You feel as if nobody cares about you and you're better off alone and sleeping on a shelf
You hate yourself and all your flaws
All those people who have rejected you, shunned you, made fun of you, bullied you, hurt you--just!
 
Let me tell you now, wake up.
Wake up to this dirty yet beautiful world
Wake up to those who do care about you 
Wake up and realize that In our eyes that you are not selfish for wanting the pain to go away
Wake up and realize that
You are worth it
You are beautiful
You are one of a kind and nobody can duplicate you
You are warm and alive 
People love and care about you
People need you
And if you're still not convinced
Let me tell you
I care
I know you're important
I know you're worth it
I love you for you
You are not perfect, but neither am I 
Or rather, none of us are
We're just human
So keep living 
Living with that beating heart 
Living with love 
 
I know for a fact if you try hard, you can change
People can change 
So change your depression from suppression and the feeling of a nonexistent oppression to absolute content
 
You're not too much you're not too little
You're just right in my eyes
So now, tell it good bye 
Never come again 
Now my friend, this has reached the end
 
Depression is...dead.
 
 
 
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