I have another blog where I post other poetry, daily stories, funny pictures etc etc…but given who reads it, and how I haven’t felt comfortable opening up about my depression, I realized I needed another outlet. An outlet where the people reading it can relate to what I’m saying and won’t view me as melo-dramatic or crazy.
Why I haven’t looked up a site like this before now is beyond me. Merely joining and knowing that in a short amount of time I might meet (albeit virtually) others that I could talk about my depression with, gives me hope – a feeling I have precious little of.
Anyways. I’ve written some sad sappy poetry about my most recent break up – but this was the first piece I wrote specifically trying to convey the emotions I struggle with everyday.
How I fight the end of every evening knowing its just leading to a bed that is the gateway to another night, another sunrise, another day, of never. feeling. any. better.
And I somehow believe that staring into space and gently rocking my body back and forth will lull the demons that are stealing my peace of mind – demons who started softly at first and were easily appeased with wheat colored poison and green offerings promising temporary oblivion…such paltry offerings now fail to quiet them and they are the consistent insessant knocking of an unknown enemy at the door of my mind.
When will I ever feel ok.
