Suffering From Major Depression
By Cwm
My speech, is very slow, my appetite, has been lost, because i'm wrapped up with hopelessness. What's the use of living? Who would care if I died? No wait! What was that? I guess i'm having hallucinations, as well! I can't seem to get anywhere, in my life, I must cower, life is too depressing As I lie motionless, in a rolled up, fetal position. Heart-broken, unfortunate circumstance's, a death of a loved one, the mania, Bi-polar, manic schizophrenia madness, is sinking to the depth's of bleak of my reality. Suicide, must be an answer, pain is my reason, force to suffer from this opression, controled by this anxiety! All I beg for is help! As ulcers invade my bottom-less stomach. I need reason to live, I need the answer, as my body takes depresant drugs, still not knowing, if I shall live for tomorrow. Through treatment, I hope to end my depression, circumvent that fate, regulate with regression. ~CWM 04-02-02Very personal, as I too, have to fight my self, with this seemly endless cycle, of up's and lows. Poetry, has helped me alot, but others need more advanced treatment. Feel free to comment, thanks. ~CWM Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 01:18 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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