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Dear Depression

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Puritychick23

Published: Nov 16, 2010

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Dear Depression,
When did you start?
To be honest I don't really know, but I do know I am ready for you to leave.
You make me overeat and want to do nothing but sleep.
I am sad all the time.
I'm scared.
I have no where to go.
I have no where to run.
I wish I could go back to the times when I still had fun.
You make me yell.
You make me cry.
You make me want to forget about life.
I use to have so much to live for.
I had so much ambition.
Now I keep these feelings hidden because I fear people will only think I want attention.
Depression you are not my friend.
Go back to where you came from.
You are not welcome here.
Nor do I want you near.
When will all this stop?
I want this to end.
I want to be free.
I want to be me.
Sincerely,
The me no one sees.

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giraffeseatu

Jan 5, 2013

wow. im actually tearing up right now. I usually hate poetry but this just hit real hard at home fore me. your words are the exact embodiment of what I feel. bravo...bravo.

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