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A lot of people I know are passionate in that depression cell. It's the truth allow me to tell. Most of us suffer from several raw emotions we isolate inside. I'm angry with my heart sad. Oh man was I going mad. I tell you, there's more to tell if this depressing spell. You're trapped in your own head full of fears that change you. Can change your social life, loved ones lives, have I mentioned your life yet? I chain smoke cigarettes. I try to distract myself with my cell while being trapped in a whole barricaded cell. My innersides scream and yell at my heart to get up. Reach for that hand that can guide you through that crowd. You mustn't stay paralyzed and the amount of bed rot you've taken. Breathe. You're not okay, you're "fine" But you're scared. Good! Scary is good if you redirect your fear to rising fall back and reset. I'll still have a light for my cigarette. I'll be angry for the wrong misunderstood reasons. But I'm feeling something. Good, first step to problem solving. Next one.....get up and go. Fall and fail, thats part of the battle but you're not going to lose. You've seen what depression can do. You've seen and heard lives being lost. Not you, you keep moving. Cry, yell, scream, fight, isolate, sleep, drink, and feel sorry for yourself. Then get back up and move. Keep going. Life won't stop, why wait. Catch up with yourself <3
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 7:48 AM UTC
Insomnia poetry ✨️ 💕
A lot of people I know are passionate in that depression cell. It's the truth allow me to tell. Most of us suffer from several raw emotions we isolate inside. I'm angry with my heart sad. Oh man was I going mad. I tell you, there's more to tell if this depressing spell. You're trapped in your own head full of fears that change you. Can change your social life, loved ones lives, have I mentioned your life yet? I chain smoke cigarettes. I try to distract myself with my cell while being trapped in a whole barricaded cell. My innersides scream and yell at my heart to get up. Reach for that hand that can guide you through that crowd. You mustn't stay paralyzed and the amount of bed rot you've taken. Breathe. You're not okay, you're "fine" But you're scared. Good! Scary is good if you redirect your fear to rising fall back and reset. I'll still have a light for my cigarette. I'll be angry for the wrong misunderstood reasons. But I'm feeling something. Good, first step to problem solving. Next one.....get up and go. Fall and fail, thats part of the battle but you're not going to lose. You've seen what depression can do. You've seen and heard lives being lost. Not you, you keep moving. Cry, yell, scream, fight, isolate, sleep, drink, and feel sorry for yourself. Then get back up and move. Keep going. Life won't stop, why wait. Catch up with yourself <3
nelson-hall
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 7:48 AM UTC
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