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Topic: Poetry in my depression.
VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Fri 02/10/12 08:24 PM
Invisible, in the shadows and never seen. Caught in cracks, slipping further between. I scream to the top of my lungs and nobody can hear. I cry until my eyes are dry, and no one ever sees a tear. I fall off the face of the earth, yet no one looks for me. What will it take to get someone to see? I've cried out for help many times in life. Yet, most refuse or care to see the strife. My nights left sleepless. My heart feels beat-less. ..you'll never see me because I'm not here. That, is my nightmare come true. My biggest fear.

Totage Joined Sat 10/13/07 Posts: 24210	Fri 02/10/12 08:29 PM
Lovely I have severe depression. I have anxiety and insomnia from the depression, and often go through a depression, anxiety, insomnia cycle, which is triggered/agitated by stress. Sometimes I will be moved to write a poem or so, create a painting, computer graphic, or some other form of art to attempt to relieve the suffering. I don't see it as an outlet, but it would be nice if it was.

Sin_and_Sorrow Joined Sun 01/01/12 Posts: 5757	Fri 02/10/12 08:32 PM
Invisible, in the shadows and never seen. Caught in cracks, slipping further between. I scream to the top of my lungs and nobody can hear. I cry until my eyes are dry, and no one ever sees a tear. I fall off the face of the earth, yet no one looks for me. What will it take to get someone to see? I've cried out for help many times in life. Yet, most refuse or care to see the strife. My nights left sleepless. My heart feels beat-less. ..you'll never see me because I'm not here. That, is my nightmare come true. My biggest fear. ..I wouldn't be looking. Solely because.. ..I jumped after you.. :(

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Fri 02/10/12 08:34 PM
Lovely I have severe depression. I have anxiety and insomnia from the depression, and often go through a depression, anxiety, insomnia cycle, which is triggered/agitated by stress. Sometimes I will be moved to write a poem or so, create a painting, computer graphic, or some other form of art to attempt to relieve the suffering. I don't see it as an outlet, but it would be nice if it was. Thank you, and I understand completely I suffer from the same. I paint, write, and compose music on the piano that seems to somewhat convey my inner misery but never seems to actually help.

Totage Joined Sat 10/13/07 Posts: 24210	Fri 02/10/12 08:41 PM
It doesn't help that I tend to criticize myself harshly demand perfection from myself. You do seem to have an artistic talent though. I think mental "disorders" are what make great artists so marvelous, but it also hinders us from achieving our goals and dreams, if we let it.

newarkjw Joined Sun 05/25/08 Posts: 17172	Fri 02/10/12 08:43 PM
Invisible, in the shadows and never seen. Caught in cracks, slipping further between. I scream to the top of my lungs and nobody can hear. I cry until my eyes are dry, and no one ever sees a tear. I fall off the face of the earth, yet no one looks for me. What will it take to get someone to see? I've cried out for help many times in life. Yet, most refuse or care to see the strife. My nights left sleepless. My heart feels beat-less. ..you'll never see me because I'm not here. That, is my nightmare come true. My biggest fear. Don't know about all that but you sure are cute as a button...

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Fri 02/10/12 09:09 PM
Invisible, in the shadows and never seen. Caught in cracks, slipping further between. I scream to the top of my lungs and nobody can hear. I cry until my eyes are dry, and no one ever sees a tear. I fall off the face of the earth, yet no one looks for me. What will it take to get someone to see? I've cried out for help many times in life. Yet, most refuse or care to see the strife. My nights left sleepless. My heart feels beat-less. ..you'll never see me because I'm not here. That, is my nightmare come true. My biggest fear. ..I wouldn't be looking. Solely because.. ..I jumped after you.. :( =/

Sin_and_Sorrow Joined Sun 01/01/12 Posts: 5757	Fri 02/10/12 09:10 PM
...just saying...

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Fri 02/10/12 09:11 PM
It doesn't help that I tend to criticize myself harshly demand perfection from myself. You do seem to have an artistic talent though. I think mental "disorders" are what make great artists so marvelous, but it also hinders us from achieving our goals and dreams, if we let it. I'm the same way. Having a perfectionist mentality does anything, but help i've noticed. Thanks. Actually my life and work revolves around art. Mental issues and my depression does seem to fuel my artistic fire.

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Fri 02/10/12 09:11 PM
It doesn't help that I tend to criticize myself harshly demand perfection from myself. You do seem to have an artistic talent though. I think mental "disorders" are what make great artists so marvelous, but it also hinders us from achieving our goals and dreams, if we let it. I'm the same way. Having a perfectionist mentality does anything, but help i've noticed. Thanks. Actually my life and work revolves around art. Mental issues and my depression does seem to fuel my artistic fire.

ChinchillaZilla Joined Fri 01/27/12 Posts: 174	Fri 02/10/12 09:25 PM
i know all to well how this feels. i wish i could put it into words like that but my talents are limited to visual art alone. other than that i cant express it at all :/

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Sat 02/11/12 09:18 AM
i know all to well how this feels. i wish i could put it into words like that but my talents are limited to visual art alone. other than that i cant express it at all :/ Visual art, is still a wonderful way to express inner turmoil. I personally have the hardest of issues in actually expressing how I feel in any way outside of some artistic expression. It's still nice to have something.

bastet126 Joined Fri 12/07/07 Posts: 15553	Sat 02/11/12 09:21 AM
to the places we go, and the words just...come. very felt this was.

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Sat 02/11/12 09:46 AM
to the places we go, and the words just...come. very felt this was. Thank you.

iam4u Joined Fri 10/13/06 Posts: 30096	Sat 02/11/12 10:32 AM
Sadly always feeling this way, never really having. one real, good day. Passing thoughts always skipping your beat. Staying busy, DOING, ANY DRAMATIC RETREAT. I have tried to listen, and I do really care. With many friends who suffer, all this you share. This was very sweetly gathered, and arranged. As you were writing this, fighting that feeling of drained. KEEP ON BEING YOU, STAY WITHIN ALL YOUR LIGHT. and as time passes by, your have fewer a sleepless night. Depression is a battle, but YOUR pretty tough on winning.

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Sat 02/11/12 10:42 AM
Sadly always feeling this way, never really having. one real, good day. Passing thoughts always skipping your beat. Staying busy, DOING, ANY DRAMATIC RETREAT. I have tried to listen, and I do really care. With many friends who suffer, all this you share. This was very sweetly gathered, and arranged. As you were writing this, fighting that feeling of drained. KEEP ON BEING YOU, STAY WITHIN ALL YOUR LIGHT. and as time passes by, your have fewer a sleepless night. Depression is a battle, but YOUR pretty tough on winning. Thank you. You always have kind and encouraging words to say. They're much appreciated.

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Sat 02/11/12 10:51 AM
Asphyxiation. Strangled. Begging for apathy. Beaten. Mangled. The faces laughing with such audacity. Transfixed. Obsession. I'm stuck in place ringing my hands. Painful. Depression.

Ruth34611 Joined Sat 08/02/08 Posts: 32402	Sat 02/11/12 11:05 AM
Invisible, in the shadows and never seen. Caught in cracks, slipping further between. I scream to the top of my lungs and nobody can hear. I cry until my eyes are dry, and no one ever sees a tear. I fall off the face of the earth, yet no one looks for me. What will it take to get someone to see? I've cried out for help many times in life. Yet, most refuse or care to see the strife. My nights left sleepless. My heart feels beat-less. ..you'll never see me because I'm not here. That, is my nightmare come true. My biggest fear. This is interesting because I have suffered from depression for just the opposite problem. I felt like I was never alone. So much pressure to be there for everyone. I even resented the fact that I could not kill myself because others would be hurt. I carry everyone's burdens, but no one helps with mine. This is a beautiful poem, Becca.

VintagenNerdy Joined Sat 12/31/11 Posts: 1231	Sat 02/11/12 11:14 AM
Invisible, in the shadows and never seen. Caught in cracks, slipping further between. I scream to the top of my lungs and nobody can hear. I cry until my eyes are dry, and no one ever sees a tear. I fall off the face of the earth, yet no one looks for me. What will it take to get someone to see? I've cried out for help many times in life. Yet, most refuse or care to see the strife. My nights left sleepless. My heart feels beat-less. ..you'll never see me because I'm not here. That, is my nightmare come true. My biggest fear. This is interesting because I have suffered from depression for just the opposite problem. I felt like I was never alone. So much pressure to be there for everyone. I even resented the fact that I could not kill myself because others would be hurt. I carry everyone's burdens, but no one helps with mine. This is a beautiful poem, Becca. I was like that when I was younger. Everyone seemed to fuss over me, and no one let me even breathe. It was smothering. Then as time wore on everyone seemed to become somewhat apathetic towards me and my health issues. Even my own mother. I hope sometimes you actually get some time to be alone and breathe. Thank you.

iam4u Joined Fri 10/13/06 Posts: 30096	Sat 02/11/12 11:55 AM
Invisible, in the shadows and never seen. Caught in cracks, slipping further between. I scream to the top of my lungs and nobody can hear. I cry until my eyes are dry, and no one ever sees a tear. I fall off the face of the earth, yet no one looks for me. What will it take to get someone to see? I've cried out for help many times in life. Yet, most refuse or care to see the strife. My nights left sleepless. My heart feels beat-less. ..you'll never see me because I'm not here. That, is my nightmare come true. My biggest fear. This is interesting because I have suffered from depression for just the opposite problem. I felt like I was never alone. So much pressure to be there for everyone. I even resented the fact that I could not kill myself because others would be hurt. I carry everyone's burdens, but no one helps with mine. This is a beautiful poem, Becca. Freedom comes to you now, to embrace Ruth.No comitments to feel, no eyes watching you, expecting you to deal. Its all around you to explore, and know you more. Every closed in room,has an open door. Life can now be made, to fit the YOU that you have paid. Be the woman you feel inside, to know one, do YOU have to abide. You can hide,,ride, confide and stride.. Make your dreams come true, your out-looks all new. Kick depression in its arse, just be you, your a beautiful lass.