Battling Depression
It’s sad I feel the need to hide
Everything that’s deep inside.
Please don’t fear my medication,
Just admire my dedication,
Fighting monsters you can’t see
That some days try to swallow me.
I don’t know what’s up or down
Or when this thing will come around.
But this I know, until it does,
That people will be quick to judge.
And every time I close my eyes
I wonder if they think it’s lies,
Think I do it for attention
But it is my hell’s detention.
And all I’m feeling is this pain,
Hoping it’ll turn to gain.
And my only peace is prayer,
That God is listening up there,
And that it’s in His divine plan,
Won’t give me more than I can stand.
350 million people (that’s 5% of the world’s population) struggle with some form of depression. There are some who suffer from depression as a result of a poor outlook on life (and they can change this); but this poem is about those that suffer from clinical depression and can’t help it due to chemical/hormonal balances in the brain or traumatizing events.
What Are We?
What have we become,
Humans as a whole?
We make life hard,
Harder than it should be,
Ignoring others,
Until they snap.
Why can’t we understand others,
And support them as friends?
Instead we sit back,
And watch them struggle,
Not willing to help,
Those in need.
I see this all around us.
Life has become so complicated,
That we are pushing ourselves,
To and past our limits.
People ignore this,
Until it directly affects them.
When are we going to learn,
That we cannot ignore things?
When are we going to accept,
That humans are selfish?
When are we going to make,
An effective change?
Mental Illness Awareness
I feel as though this subject is not talked about enough. Often times it is brushed over and thrown aside even though it is just as important or even more important than physical health. As someone who deals with many things put into this category, I know that some people just brush past it. I tried reaching for help but I was thrown aside. And now I still struggle with it and more times than not I have to conceal it. That is like trying to conceal a broken leg or a gash in your arm. Not easy. (I know that was a bad comparison but you get my point.) What I am trying to say is that some people need your help with this because not everyone accepts it. People cannot believe what their eyes cannot see. If you have a friend or family member, please truly ask them how they are. Not the ‘hey how’s it going?’ and responding with ‘good’ conversation. Sit down with them in person (not over text) and ask them really how they are. Just talking with someone who understands can help. If you do that, you just saved a life. :)
#mentalhealthawareness
Demons
Oh this pain in my chest, not again
My body on fire, I just can’t win.
The demons laugh as I begin to fade
“Silly girl that’s not how this game is played.”
On nights like this they sing me a lullaby
Atleast I’m not alone, I think as I cry.
The demons, you see, are my best friends
For my time with them will never end.
The times they’re silent are the times I fear
Does this mean the end is near?
The night came where we had our last fight
I finally agreed the demons were right.
Maybe they regret all that was said
But what good does it do now that I’m dead.