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Depression2/a poem

Updated on June 6, 2013

Depression 2

Depression 11

Depression has knocked on my door, entering my heart, piercing my soul like never before.

I lie in silence feeling the pain, tears falling down like summer rain.

Bruises and scratches deep inside, so much hurt that I try to hide.

I try to function from day to day, but the shadow of darkness never goes away.

I pretend to smile but imp a broken ghost, a shell of myself, taken by the host.

I am gone, I can never recover, despair is my friend, depression my lover.

By Theresa Bauserman

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      Very sad but beautifully written.There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

      James

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      Man of Strength 3 years ago from Orlando, Fl

      Hi, that was very powerful and moving. I think we've all been there a time or two in our lives.

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