DreamsStillWeep

My Depression is my friend, Because I know he's always there. He doesn't ever pretend, And he always tries to be fair. We talk about a lot of things, Including things I can't bear. Wherever I go, he pulls the strings, I don't want to, and he doesn't care. He goes with me whenever I go out, Saying "Drink, so your friends like you!" He brings his friends, Anxiety and Doubt. "Have another drink!", that's what they do. Anxious and shaking until I can feel it, "You know what to do to be a better you." So I keep drinking, and I can't quit, I can always rely on it to get me through. I wish I was better, but I just can't win. I'm an awful friend,

Just another day that I awoke, Another pill I shove down my throat. "Just one more day, I'll be fine." I feed myself this cheap little line. Just push through, it's almost night, Another pill, and I'll be alright. I miss my friends, but I struggle to speak. I used to make plans, but I feel too weak. I am lonely, and I am bad at small talk, I wish I was social, but I'm in a deadlock. "Just one more day, it'll be fine," I say to myself in my steady decline. This crippling thing that's weighing me down, Another pill will stop the comedown. Just push through, just one more day, Maybe tomorrow it'll all go away. Maybe tomorrow it'll all be okay.

Whenever I see Your phone light up now, I want To smash it to bits.

Dear Mr. D, It's been a while since the last I saw you, But it never really feels like long enough. I know that you've got your job to do, But the last few months have been tough. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not mad, But I think we need some time apart. Your presence has made my family sad, And I know that that breaks your heart. I don't take it personally, but it's been hard. I know you'd help me out, if you could, I know you see us, broken and scarred, And if you could take it back, you would. I know that you have your job to do, And you try to make it easy for us all. But I think I need time away from you, Maybe next time, first you coul

I don't read a lot of books anymore. I think I used to play ball with my dad. I never go to the grocery store. I gave up every dream I ever had. I remember that I used to volunteer. I haven't done that in quite a while. I think I choked all my sorrows in beer. I think it's been getting harder to smile. I can't stop letting all my friends down. I haven't really held a job in forever. I think I used to be known in my town. I think trying is a pointless endeavor. I watch my friends move on to better things. I wish I wasn't so scared to keep on trying. I used to feel like I could fly on busted wings. I shut my eyes when my dreams started dy

I am one, and I am all, From the sheets on your bed To the writing on your wall, All the voices in your head, All the kids in the mall, Every person you have fed, Every baby you've seen crawl. I am all your darkest fears, I'm the light that you have seen, And once I've disappeared, You will all be just a dream.

One negative, nervous thought, the gate opens up,    Releasing fettered feelings in a torrential flood,    One after the other, a thought connects to another,    Before I can prepare, the wave has me smothered. I swallow the pain, try to choke back the tears,   But even inflated egos drown in an ocean of fears. No signs of relief, and I keep kicking my feet,     But this loss of feeling becomes bittersweet.     Everything becomes numb, the water is so cold,     It seems almost worth it to just let it all go. I choke back the tears, try to swallow the pain,     But even inflated egos can't swallow an ocean of rain. Don't be fool

All I hear are tortured screams, Inside my head, inside my dreams. My heart and mind are waging a war That tells me not to feel anymore. My faith is breaking at the seams, There's nothing left of my self esteem, My confidence, even my very warmth. Dead inside, and I can't even mourn, but, It's okay to not be good enough, - For as long as you'll stay. It's okay to not be good enough, - Eventually, you'll go away. It's okay to not be good enough, - I see it every single day. It's okay to not be good enough, - I knew I wasn't, anyway. My embrace has turned cold, nobody knows What happened to the old me who just goes With the flow of life,

Depression to sadness to anger, Lather, rinse, lather, and repeat. One cycle away from being a danger, White knuckles, on the edge of my seat. Insecurity to paranoia to fear, Escalating feelings with the same outcome. Run away to hide all the tears, But it's all the same when I'm the "anyone". My head gets dizzy; the voices, louder, Like rushing waters to my self-esteem. My bloodied knuckles; red and sour, My dignity washed away downstream. My mind is only black or white, The gray area is only vanity or doubt. The two polars of wrong and right, Are blurred in my head, and I want out.

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