Eaten Alive

Eaten Alive

A Poem by Anonymous Stoner
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What depression is

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It starts as a small, uncomfortable pain

Almost like a stone in your shoe

Nothing unmanageable


As life goes on around you,

Things change.


The pain comes more frequently.

It’s more of a low grade headache now.

You’re tired for no reason.

You start picking apart your flaws in the bathroom mirror.


You shrug it off

That’s life, right?


But the pain gets worse.

It gets so bad you feel like you’re screaming inside.

You feel invisible and small.

You feel like a burden on everyone, whether they know you or not.


You have this mantra in your head every waking, sober second SCREAMING “kill yourself.”


“Kill yourself you fat s**t. You don’t deserve to breathe.”


“Kill yourself you dumbass. You’re gonna fail out, so why bother?”


I could go on, but what’s the point?


I am invisible. I am small. I am forgotten.

© 2014 Anonymous Stoner


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This is a vivid and tragically true picture of depression. Very well done, so full of emotion and with a lovely flow.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Its a very real life picture you have painted of depression through your picture. If it is personal, let me tell you, No you are not. You are very much visible Big and going to be very famous.Good One I like this.


Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on December 11, 2014
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Anonymous Stoner
Anonymous Stoner

Radford, VA



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Just your average, depressed stoner chick who's really into writing poetry. I'm also terrible at poetry. Enjoy? more..

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