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Oct 2018
Depression is
Laying in.................................bed
                                ceiling
Looking at the
Knowing you have stuff to do

                                                             ­                                             but I can't
                                                           ­                               I have no response
                                                        ­                                            to the signals
                                                         ­                                              of my brain

When the only thing that gets you out
Is the fact you                   have
                                                               to
                                                                ­               ***
And you are no longer comfortable
                      the blanket of solitude
Underneath

Depression is
Saying you          WILL
While you know you             WON'T
Because even though you have                     HOPE
You can predict when the drknss

                                                               ­                                        will strike
                                                          ­                                  it always strikes
                                                         ­                            when I don't expect it
                                                              ­                                    and when I do

Depression is
                                             not
                           laundry              doing
                                      ­       the

Not taking care of myself
Not taking care of my friends
Not taking care of my loved ones
Not taking care of my cat
Not taking care of my birds
Not taking care of my hopes
Not taking care of my dreams

Because if  
                                       ONE
thing my brother taught me with his de     ath

is that nohting  mtetars

because when  you    are     de      ad
y ou   are  GON E
and two generations  might remember      y     o      u

b  u  t after that you are forgotten with the flow of

                                    t               m
                                            i                e
This poem is a mess like myself.
Syv Elena
Written by
Syv Elena  27/Non-binary/The Netherlands
(27/Non-binary/The Netherlands)   
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       Tiara I S and Nathanael Xavier Hueso
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