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.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
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.
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