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My depression is a transgression
against me, and mine.
I never asked to be contaminated
with this strife.

My depression is a possession
of evil, of illness.
I never thought I would be
rife with highs and lows.

My depression is a progression
of good and bad thoughts.
I never wanted to be
violated with cries and lies.

My depression is a weapon
against all who suffer its woes.
I hope the afterlife takes this repression
and nullifies it's effects.

My depression is mine but
suffered by many. We are pulverised,
neutralised and modified by our own
minds and medicated to keep sated.

My depression is Legion
a wickedness to the self.
A circle unending, unbending,
curving toward suppression of oneself.

i was staring
at the mirror
but see no
reflection.

i tried searching
for it as if
it was some
lost kid.

then i realized
its no mirror,
its your eyes
who cannot
see me
because for you,

i dont exist.

Bottom lip puckered,
Begging for things
Wanted and needed.

Wanting-
Pleasure,
Reassurance,
Another chance.
"Is it too far away?"
I ask,
Wanting-
An answer.

Needing-
A reason to
Smile,
Laugh,
Live.
Needing-
A reason.

Teary kisses cover
Cold white lips
Life now gone forever

Are you wandering through the grass?
Climbing trees and down through brooks.
Your legs so short they were
Swallowed by the creek.
I wouldn't be surprised if you
Floated out to sea.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we gave and received.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we fought and teased.
I never liked the black pants
Or the black tie.
And my dress pants never seem to
Fit just right.
Looking at stained glass windows,
The colors represent different people I know.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we gave and received.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we fought and teased.