No feelings, this way the pain and depression can’t get you
Under the haze of nothingness, you try to coast through life
Mumbling what you hope are sympathetic phrases to those around you.
Believing that this was the only way to make it through.
Suddenly the color leached from the world around him
And nothing seemed to make sense
Depression is a bitch
*Not autobiographical
Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating
Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do
That was a huge penalty to getting older
It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail
Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.
So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses
So many troubles were raining down on her
That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences
Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there
Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life
Giving up was always an option
Going under and never resurfacing again
Life would just go on for those around her
Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore
Fuzzy electric guitar warmed his ears
Under which the bass line pushed him forward
Navigating the strong drum beat
Knocking out the depression he had been feeling all day
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Melancholy was his mistress and muse. He worshiped her day and night, always trying to make things right, but it never quite worked. He felt he came up just short no matter how hard he tried. She had been his first love. One day he decided to take the plunge and proposed. That was the last day he ever saw her.
He now felt empty inside. That’s when he found Depression. She moved in, and they became inseparable. Once he thought about breaking up with her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Till death did they part.
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Shards fell from the mirror frame
Here goes seven years of bad luck
And yet Liz saw this as an opportunity
Too often lately life had attacked her
Tommy died in the motorcycle accident
Eventually she had lost the house
Recovering from the depression was almost the worst part
Even now it peaked out from behind her eyes, but she blinked it away
Deftly she scooped up the shards and arranged them artfully to reflect her new life
I stare into the distance looking for solace
Not finding any, not that I expected to
Carrying my weary soul, I trudge on
Ordinarily each step would bring me closer
Maybe that is just a myth I tell myself
People see me, but not the me I see
Let it all go, they say. Let my soul sleep I say
Eternal bliss from the lack of solace
Terminal hope in the face of life
Every day I live without you I stare into the distance
Emptying everything out of the depths of my soul, finding the places where sorrow pools, and I try to pump that out too. The calming feel of numbness would make me “happy”, but yet it seems the more I pour that bitter water out, the more they fill up. Is there an end to those salty depths? I know the simple answer, but I am past simple answers. Simple is Saccharin. It is artificially sweet, leaving my emotional palate overloaded and underwhelmed. The complex is too much for my mental state right now, so I am left in purgatory. Selah
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