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A depressed mind’s thoughts come and go. Everyone's is different.
Keep this in your mind for the rest of your days… you become what you speak.
When depressed, we tend to grow cold, dark, and numb as we slowly die. And you ever wonder why it’s mostly men who commit it? We figure why not, we’re already dead inside.
I tend to smile… because it confuses people. It’s like putting on a mask that you can’t take off, but it's easier than explaining what is killing you inside…
We often talk about our feelings, but now we are the ones who are oversensitive.
People tend to check and/or wait to see if one is failing. That’s where they wait and wait.
You see, the greatest villains are the ones who THINK they are doing the right thing.
And that's where this quote comes in… and never EVER say it thoughtlessly. “Desire becomes surrender and surrender becomes power”
Sometimes we feel we are running out of roses to give, and we tend to wonder… where do all the lonely people go?
Then that's when we realize… hearts can break themselves.
We keep playing games and we keep running from our problems, yeah we know we got them, we just don't know how to solve them.
Sometimes we feel like our shadow is the only one that walks beside us… that’s all.
Keep this in your mind for the rest of your days… you become what you speak.
When depressed, we tend to grow cold, dark, and numb as we slowly die. And you ever wonder why it’s mostly men who commit it? We figure why not, we’re already dead inside.
I tend to smile… because it confuses people. It’s like putting on a mask that you can’t take off, but it's easier than explaining what is killing you inside…
We often talk about our feelings, but now we are the ones who are oversensitive.
People tend to check and/or wait to see if one is failing. That’s where they wait and wait.
You see, the greatest villains are the ones who THINK they are doing the right thing.
And that's where this quote comes in… and never EVER say it thoughtlessly. “Desire becomes surrender and surrender becomes power”
Sometimes we feel we are running out of roses to give, and we tend to wonder… where do all the lonely people go?
Then that's when we realize… hearts can break themselves.
We keep playing games and we keep running from our problems, yeah we know we got them, we just don't know how to solve them.
Sometimes we feel like our shadow is the only one that walks beside us… that’s all.
This poem goes over what goes on in the mind of someone who is struggling with depression, my goal for this poem is to spill the beans for people when you can\'t really get it out of someone else, I am openly discussing what it is like for men especially when they are going through depression and heartbreak. I hope you take meaning from this poem.
