delicatly - Hello Poetry

Depression Is like a swimming pool. You dip your toe in To get a feel. You place your Foot on the first step, Ankles deep. Your hand clutches the railing, Preparing for the worst. You descend to the Second step, Knees deep. You breathe in A long breath. You climb to the Third step, Waist deep. You're in too far. You can't get out now. You lay your arms in front of you, Ready to dive right in.

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Mar 6, 2014

Mar 6, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC

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Swim

Depression Is like a swimming pool. You dip your toe in To get a feel. You place your Foot on the first step, Ankles deep. Your hand clutches the railing, Preparing for the worst. You descend to the Second step, Knees deep. You breathe in A long breath. You climb to the Third step, Waist deep. You're in too far. You can't get out now. You lay your arms in front of you, Ready to dive right in.

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Their hair blowing in the wind. Their arms dancing to the melodies. Their feet planted to the ground. Their friends visiting and talking gossip. Their senses going blank and unreadable. Their thoughts carrying the heaviest loads. Their legs wanting to run, skip. Their hands breaking, twisting, crunching. Their scars bringing surprise to others. Their wounds being left in darkness. Their hope fading, yet calling out. Their existance being forgotten, left alone. Their hearts cannot take the stabs. I realize I am a tree.

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC

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Trees

Their hair blowing in the wind. Their arms dancing to the melodies. Their feet planted to the ground. Their friends visiting and talking gossip. Their senses going blank and unreadable. Their thoughts carrying the heaviest loads. Their legs wanting to run, skip. Their hands breaking, twisting, crunching. Their scars bringing surprise to others. Their wounds being left in darkness. Their hope fading, yet calling out. Their existance being forgotten, left alone. Their hearts cannot take the stabs. I realize I am a tree.

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We would be laying on a big bed. We could be watching a movie or laying silently. And we would be cuddling close to one another. Your skin would be warm and smooth pressed against my cheek. And a fluffy blanket would be draped over us. Kisses and shiny glances would be shared. We would talk about the lost memories and the new ones to come. The sun would fall asleep as the moon awakes. Your arm would be keeping me close. The light and sound would drown out and all you would be able to sense is the love itself. And we would fall into a slumber as the fairytales come to life in our naive minds.

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC

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Would

We would be laying on a big bed. We could be watching a movie or laying silently. And we would be cuddling close to one another. Your skin would be warm and smooth pressed against my cheek. And a fluffy blanket would be draped over us. Kisses and shiny glances would be shared. We would talk about the lost memories and the new ones to come. The sun would fall asleep as the moon awakes. Your arm would be keeping me close. The light and sound would drown out and all you would be able to sense is the love itself. And we would fall into a slumber as the fairytales come to life in our naive minds.

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I think he is it. He is the one. The one I have been waiting endless night for. I talk to him, But he doesn't know it's me. His charm, Personality, Sweetness, Humor, I want it all. And I want to be his all.

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Aug 18, 2013

Aug 18, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC

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Him

I think he is it. He is the one. The one I have been waiting endless night for. I talk to him, But he doesn't know it's me. His charm, Personality, Sweetness, Humor, I want it all. And I want to be his all.

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Suicide, my love You have been on my mind. I think of you all the time now. I wish to see you soon And to see how you are doing, Because I am not doing well. I know you will help me And be there for me. Oh, Suicide, my love We will meet soon.

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Aug 14, 2013

Aug 14, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC

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My Love

Suicide, my love You have been on my mind. I think of you all the time now. I wish to see you soon And to see how you are doing, Because I am not doing well. I know you will help me And be there for me. Oh, Suicide, my love We will meet soon.

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Cutting is Relief. When you make that Tear in your skin, And the blood oozes out, It is like the pain disappears. It is like your feelings are dying to get out; That opening in your flesh, Lets them breathe once more. All your worries, thoughts, emotions, and aches are gone. You are free from your soreness. You do not have to deal. You can finally let out that sigh. Until an hour later, And it comes back.

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC

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Relief

Cutting is Relief. When you make that Tear in your skin, And the blood oozes out, It is like the pain disappears. It is like your feelings are dying to get out; That opening in your flesh, Lets them breathe once more. All your worries, thoughts, emotions, and aches are gone. You are free from your soreness. You do not have to deal. You can finally let out that sigh. Until an hour later, And it comes back.

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I'm not sure if I Want to get better Just yet. I am happy, But I miss the sad passion I used to have every day. I miss the drowning in my lungs. I miss the tunnel I could never escape. I miss the monsters and demons That would swim in my mind at night. But I do not miss The old me.

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC

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I'm Not Sure

I'm not sure if I Want to get better Just yet. I am happy, But I miss the sad passion I used to have every day. I miss the drowning in my lungs. I miss the tunnel I could never escape. I miss the monsters and demons That would swim in my mind at night. But I do not miss The old me.

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I feel Like I am drowning, But the ladder is right there. I feel Like I am in a box, But with a door open. I feel Like I am falling, But with a parachute strapped to me. I feel Like I am alone, But in a crowded room. I feel Like I am drifting off, But someone's hand is right there. I feel Like I am dead, But with the heart monitor still going up and down.

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Jun 25, 2013

Jun 25, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC

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I Feel

I feel Like I am drowning, But the ladder is right there. I feel Like I am in a box, But with a door open. I feel Like I am falling, But with a parachute strapped to me. I feel Like I am alone, But in a crowded room. I feel Like I am drifting off, But someone's hand is right there. I feel Like I am dead, But with the heart monitor still going up and down.

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I try to find it. My friends and family try to find it. My therapist tries to find it. But, what if it is not here? What if it is with someone else? Will it ever get to me? I sit and wait. Surely it will come. They say it is just around the corner. How far away is the corner?

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Jun 15, 2013

Jun 15, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC

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Hope

I try to find it. My friends and family try to find it. My therapist tries to find it. But, what if it is not here? What if it is with someone else? Will it ever get to me? I sit and wait. Surely it will come. They say it is just around the corner. How far away is the corner?

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I guess I chose The wrong path. I went through The dark forest, Instead of the Meadow filled with daisies. I walked into the darkness. I looked back at the sun And kept walking. I guess I chose The wrong path. I wanted to see What it would be like. It is everything I imagined it to be, And a little more. The darkness, the grey clouds, the dead trees, It all intrigued me. I guess I chose The wrong path. I have been seeing The same things over and over. The once bright flowers Growing old. The once tall trees Growing old. The once happy me Growing old.

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Jun 14, 2013

Jun 14, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC

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Lost

I guess I chose The wrong path. I went through The dark forest, Instead of the Meadow filled with daisies. I walked into the darkness. I looked back at the sun And kept walking. I guess I chose The wrong path. I wanted to see What it would be like. It is everything I imagined it to be, And a little more. The darkness, the grey clouds, the dead trees, It all intrigued me. I guess I chose The wrong path. I have been seeing The same things over and over. The once bright flowers Growing old. The once tall trees Growing old. The once happy me Growing old.

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