I wish I felt strong

I know that I am
I haven't thrown myself to the mercy of gravity
I haven't given myself to the laws of anatomy

I haven't given up
But I can't say I feel very alive

I am breathing
And sometimes even moving
But I can't say I feel very alive

I can't say I feel alive at all

I want to write about how she stole the moon
And hid it behind the sun

I want to write about friendships
That have only just begun

The immense creativity
That's held inside of me

I want to let it out

But the burden of living
Even though it's only breathing
And sometimes even moving
Makes it hard to turn myself to writing

I want to let it out

let
                                                        it
                                                                                                                 out

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

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