Sometimes you can be lonely and not even be alone. Depression is a tough one, and we want to be able to help those that are affected and you're right, when they are loved ones, it brings us down as well. It's really hard, they are hard to reach, and reason has nothing to do with it. In fact they can sometimes tell you they understand with logic, but that doesn't help. From my experience, all you can do is support, and keep yourself healthy enough to help when they'll accept it. Good write.
MMmmm...yes, I am all too familiar with such experiences. I appreciate the way you've woven deeply profound questions into the context of everyday exchanges with our routine....coffee, cigarettes, headset with the mute button on...it makes it very real to the reader. Beautifully phrased and relatable..thank you...
... I couldn't find words to say... It's an amazing piece, heartfelt and so realistic. Numbers make it so real... The last stanza is, with no doubt, one of the best writings i've ever read. PERFECT CLOSE. Loneliness's baneful... and i felt the pain speaking aloud from your couple words. Well-done, I sincerely love it :)
When I was young. I dislike being alone. With old age. I could use some private time. A sad poem. But sometime we need time to think and figure things out. a powerful poem. Thank you.
Coyote
Sometimes you can be lonely and not even be alone. Depression is a tough one, and we want to be able to help those that are affected and you're right, when they are loved ones, it brings us down as well. It's really hard, they are hard to reach, and reason has nothing to do with it. In fact they can sometimes tell you they understand with logic, but that doesn't help. From my experience, all you can do is support, and keep yourself healthy enough to help when they'll accept it. Good write.
Ouch...this is madly depressing...how well You show the despondency...You..You are there, dear, but it's as if no one was home because You, You are depressed too...and I'm falling...I'm falling and You don't notice...all I've got are these empty cups and cigarettes and asking why...screams help me...beautifully written