Depression Ain’t Funny...
67To Those Who Know This Pain...
Depression Ain’t Funny…it is a type of sickness that takes its’ hold…
It can take away all your desires and emotions…making you feel empty and cold.
It can suck the life right out of you…till you don’t really know how it is you feel…
It teases with your normal thinking…Don’t play with it…It’s no joke…It’s very real.
Misery loves company…until depression wraps its’ bony fingers all around you…
Then…you just can’t shake the wanting to be alone in despair…no matter what you do.
The misery that you feel…and can’t escape…is compounded by wanting more…
Till you find yourself needing…wanting even more misery…More than the day before.
Can you cry now…try to signal your heart…No…you can’t even shed a tear…
Can you feel anything: Hope, Joy, Renewed Vigor…Love, Control over Fear?
No…You Can’t…Look At You...You Can’t Even Get Out of Bed…
Get up…Rise up…Go Watch a Sunrise…Hey, You Know What…You’re Not Dead!
I know it seems like the hardest thing in the world to have to do…
To walk back to the place…you left…way down deep inside of you.
But…Listen to Me…My friend…Please…I’m Telling You…You Must…
The Path You’re On is Only Made of Sinking Sand…Who Will You Trust?
Depression can eat you alive in a N.Y. minute…and look around for more to devour…
Now…is the time to do something about it…before it reaches to your final hour.
A prayer will help…but try to imagine…flipping a depression switch off in your mind…
Sound silly? But the image of that burned in your brain may save in the “nick” of time.
You may be so overwhelmed with this thing inside…that it feels like it won’t let go…
I tell you this…’Cause I have been there and know…Oh Lord, Yes…I know…
It danced around…and played its’ stupid game…and did so…for years in my life.
It made the worst of things seem terrible…and the stressful things filled with more strife.
It took me down…and I didn’t know it…Till one day I saw my smile in a reflection…
The smile inside my head…had the corners of my mouth...pointing in the wrong direction.
That is when I could truly see…
That something had a hold on me.
I had to do something…but to this dark depression…I was now addicted…
I suddenly knew that…Depression Ain’t Funny...once you’ve been afflicted.
I found that I was enjoying my misery…and couldn’t get enough…
I had no tears, nothing to find new joy in, no need to look ahead…or for love.
Now do you get this thing called Depression…It is serious enough to be treated…
When it is evident...that you have this thing…you need a plan to help defeat it.
Don’t think you will wake up one day…and this thing will suddenly disappear…
Some action is required of you…The time for your healing is very near.
I’m not trying to act like a “know-it-all”…this is just my style of poems, my friend…
If this is you and you want prayer…put it down in my comment section at this poem’s end.
The real reason I say what I just wrote…and try to tell you Depression is really bad…
Is I would not want anyone to think they had to always live with being real sad.
And for you not to make a mistake…and think your life would be better if it was over…
Trust me…There’s another side to life…You won’t see…If you’re covered over in clover.
Soon you can finally cry…real tears from your eye…and be healed with a single touch…
And smile a real smile again…at a new place to begin...with someone you love very much.
So this is all I wanted to say…before you let it go another day…
A new future for you will await…and it can be wonderful, my friend…It will be great!
Just don’t think you will find answers in trying to find ways for you to die…
Your heart is cold…And your anxious mind is hot…maybe you don’t even know why…
It will be alright in time…Hang on just a little while longer…Believe this…It is no lie…
Emotions not buried in grief…Lie ahead for you…Get past this…You Must Try!
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Disturbia: Crank up the writing thing and pull up...Stay out of that Abyss! Your poetry is good from both perspectives: reading it and for the joy of writing it...where else...but poetry can you put down great words to "Hell hath no fury...like a woman scorned!"
Depression, how much is a medical issue, how much is self-aborbsion? I hear people tell others to "snap out of it". Thank you for sharing!
I'm one of those that tells myself to 'SNAP OUT OF IT" or "GET OVER IT" or "JUST SUCK IT UP" all the time. Sometimes it works. Sometimes not. When it doesn't I sit down and write. Over the years I've found it to be better than the numbness of medication or the psychobabble of therapy.
A much healthier outlet, Disturbia! Get all those voices in our heads, all the ideas running amok, down on paper. It's a great thing! (shut up, I told her, already.. yes I did, ok, what? move on to next, hub? ok,) dang voices.. sorry for the interuption!
Dear Ladies: Disturbia and Candie V...Sounds like you both have a healthy perspective to this thing called depression...Although Candie V seems to have had a comedic moment there...when we might otherwise have wondered...just who was going to win out with her voices? You both have an outlet in writing to focus on...and your both great writers...and poignant ones as well. So...I won't have to worry about ya'll being depressed! Thanks for the good comments...
I can relate with what your saying being there before myself
my favorite lines are
"Misery loves company…until depression wraps its’ bony fingers all around you…Then…you just can’t shake the wanting to be alone in despair…no matter what you do."
Being able to relate to this symptom...helps to understand it...a whole lot better. It is my hope that someone reading this poem...who may feel some of the things mentioned in it...will see that it needs to be fixed before it consumes them. Anyways...Thanks for commenting on this poem...Drew Breezzy.
Thanks so much for sharing this with us. We've all been there at one time or another, some longer than others.. and it's nice to know others feel this pain of depression also.. somehow it helps to hear anothers view and yours is right on and well said. Keep on truckin!
Dear erin boote...Appreciate your comment! I was in this mode for way to long...if only I could have snapped out of it quicker...myself? Glad you enjoyed someone else's view on the matter.
Leonard Cohen once said "The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape." I just thought it was an interesting quote. And by the way, I really do hear voices in my head. Actually only one voice, my mother's. She's been talking to me for years.
Good Quote...Disturbia. UUUH...on the subject of voices in my head...all I know is they would have to take a number. My thoughts would get first priority. Hope your having good conversations with your Mom. First thing that comes to my mind when you mentioned this is a Mom's voice going..."Did you make your Bed?"
LOL, no she doesn't say things like that, probably because I always make the bed... it's part of my obsessive-compulsive personality. There are things I just ALWAYS do and that's one of them.
But I digress, back to mom, she seems to be with me, always. She's been haunting me for years. I not only hear her but I've seen her too, although I prefer to think its all dreams. I've never talked about it to anyone and only just recently mentioned it to my best friend. But, I've been thinking I might want to write a hub about it. Seems to me there was always something haunting about mom, insofar as, she saw and talked to "spirits" ever since she was a child. Up until I was a certain age, I just thought of it as "normal" and didn't everybody have conversations with their dead relatives? Then as I got older I thought maybe it was because she drank, but soon realized it was why she drank. Psychic or psychotic, she's gone now so I'll never know.
Wow...Disturbia...that is some interesting stuff....perhaps some kind of a psychic legacy exists through your mom...or even some of her same spirits have come to visit you/or your daughters. That topic would make for an interesting hub. Not sure about whether your mom could help you with it though...(Just to stay on the lighter side of things)!
You must be psychic yourself. One day my youngest just out of the clear blue at the breakfast table told me our house was haunted and she and her sister have been talking to this "lady ghost" ever since we moved in. You could have knocked me over with a feather. It frightened me so much I came close to having a panic attack. I get chills just thinking about it. Both the girls say there is a ghost in the house, but it's a friendly ghost and I shouldn't be afraid of it. Gosh, that's comforting... LOL! For years I tried to ignore it and brush it off as just their way of trying to get attention. But the story just never stops or goes away. Well, you never know, maybe its mom. ;-) For the record, I don't believe in ghosts.
I'm no psychic...but I believe there is such thing as a spirit dimension. That is why I stand ready to call out on the name of "Jesus" should something arise that don't exactly seem like something I have any control over. But, that's just me. Some folks would say that is crazy....but it gives me great strength in knowing this. I like the strength of knowing that something I don't understand completely can be dealt with on another level...that doesn't require me to do anything but believe. Disturbia...it is always good talking (writing) with you on these hubs. humbly...mpm
Wonderful hub. I have suffered depression a couple of times in my life, both times related to carrying burdens that I wasn't supposed to carry. First was my own sin and allowing the destructive consequences to "punish me" instead of receiving God's forgiveness. This was truly ~ a nightmare! Secondly, I was caring so much about something I couldn't handle the loss of it and had to watch it fall. God is our Lord and while sometimes we hate this life because of the evil we fight everyday (within and without) and the oppression of it, we MUST receive God's forgiveness and we MUST let go and let God. AMEN.
Carrie...Well Said...I like the way you stated that the depression you were burdened with was something you weren't supposed to carry. Agree with everything you said. Let Go and Let God! Amen.
information is vital love this hubs.
Good to know...Appreciate your comment on this, Darknlovely.
Seems you're not now or weren't in a depressive mode when you wrote this. Why? Because of the sheer volume of the poem! A depressed person would be patently unable to manage even half this many lines before needing to take a 12 hour nap. I would say LOL but there is nothing laughable about depression.
I like this poem a lot. MM
Well, Mighty Mom...the secret to being able to write this poem all the way through was...I took my 12 hour nap ahead of time! My own depression was healed with a healing touch...Thank God. And...really...your right...it is not a laughing matter...although a good bout of depression could use a round of laughter for healing purposes. What's the old saying: "Laughter is the Best Medicine!" Thank you for your comments...and for stopping by and reading this poem.
Great poem man, you really hit the big D with the right lines, hope you continue to smile back at the beast !
Not only "Smile" back at the beast...but kick it's "Arse" (English Translation) all the way around the front and back yard...then down the Street! Thanks for your comments on this: Bad Company (Cool name-BTW) Thanks for dropping by and visiting this "Manly Poetry" Hub...
thank you. thanks for writing about this very sensitive subject. thanks for understanding...and yes, you are right. misery loves company. sadly life doesn't always turn out in our favor. the hardest thing to do is accept and move forward. it's hard and before you know it, you are too consumed that you lose your very sanity...
thanglynn07: Depression is a sensitive subject...and it can be a very dark road...with a very bad ending if not treated or recognized. Like you said...it can consume you to a very terrible point. Thanks for your comment about me writing this one. This one was done in the hope that anyone who might be depressed might see and recognize some of the symptoms. (Like I eventually did...after it finally dawned on me that that's what it was!)
Great Poem! Every thing you said is just like it is. My best friend was depressed so badly that he committed suicide. I was trying to help him but there was nothing I could do. I came home one morning and found him dead. The demons in his head had won. All those voices he told me about finally took him.
Anyway, thanks for the poem and I am glad that you overcame your depression.
DJ: That is really terrible to know about your best friend. For this loss of someone important to you over this thing called "Depression"...I am also upset! It is aggravating to know that something-so strange-can have such a horrible grip on a person. What you experienced was Tragic...Sorry for your loss. Yes...It sounds like your friend was taken from us by this sickness...but there was nothing you could do...it was his personal battle! Ultimately...I believe...he is free of that battle...and Ultimately...He is in a better place!Thank you for your comment...and Yes...I personally kicked it's _ss! (But...only with a healing touch...or I wouldn't be here myself...if not for that!)
Wow, as someone who has been "battling" depression (and winning)since 1974, this was quite relatable. Yes, that is what it is, I was thinking as I started to read it and then Yes, you have to be pro-active because if you aren't, you can't win. It still sneaks up on me every now and again and I give it it's time and then I move on. How much it can take a hold on us, I think, is usully a result of how much we will allow it too. Thank you for sharing!
Moonchild60: Sounds like you get the fact that "Depression Ain't Funny"...You have learned first-hand that it can cause a world of internal problems within yourself...and that you have to be proactive to escape its bond on you once you have been afflicted. Glad to hear that you sent it packing...even though it sounds like it may return...just a little bit...from time to time. Don't even answer the door when it does...my friend...Life's too full of better things!
Wishing you the best of an Un-depressed life! MPM. (Thanks for your insightful comment on this poem.)
Disturbia says:
6 months ago
I understand what you are saying. Life can sometimes be a bumpy ride. Writing poetry has kept me from falling into the abyss.