"What is depression really? Is there one concrete definition, or has the meaning loosened as our generation has continued it's downhill descent? To me, depression is simply my life. I'm not suicidal. I'm not a cutter. I don't hate the world. I don't dress completely in black. I'm just sad. I've been sad for what seems like my entire life, but that's not true. I was happy once and I can vaguely remember what it felt like, but I can't touch it. i can't get that happiness back, I don't know how. That's what depression is to me, knowing what happiness is, but never being able to touch it, feel it." ~ Jenny Leigh
"For me, being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest." ~ Unknown
"A lot of people don't realize that depression is an illness. I don't wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it." ~ Jonathon Davis
"Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence." ~ Jeanette Winterson
"'I'm a lucky one -- I've been saved. But even after being saved, a person is still not whole. In all honesty, those hit by depression are broken forever. But that shouldn't make us just give up. Instead, we must fight ourselves. Accept that you have to help yourself sometimes. Embrace the disease itself, and I can assure you, the journey will be a lot more enjoyable. I realize that you cannot just sweep it under the rug and forget about it. Instead, use it to your advantage." ~ Me
"Depression, make me famous." ~ Courtney Moise
Color my sparkle, write me a song. Make a mistake, sing something wrong.
Depression mountain, I'm climbing the top. Trying to make this profound torture stop.
Lend me your hand, but it's almost too late. I never will make it, if you still hesitate.
My sparkle has faded, killed by the monster. Destroyed inside, by my own secret lover.
I'll do it myself, if that's what you wish. Someday I swear, this war I will finish.
I'll color my own sparkle. I'll go out of the lines, to make it unique. Watch my paint brush, making rainbow streak.
Let me write my own song, I'll scream it the loudest. As you hear the voice shake, know I am the fiercest.
Mistakes, I have plenty, and I'll be making more. Everyone messes up, even sometimes a savior.
Still singing my song, I'll hit a wrong note. If I do something wrong, I won't slit my throat.
Depression is still here, but that wont' control. Not letting a disease, keep me from my goal.
One with myself, I'm making it still. I'll make it through, because I have the will.
Dancing on Jupiter, who's laughing now? Clap for me, as I take the bow.
Depression is a trial, made for the strong. So stand and prove, the rest of them wrong.
Write down the words, that depression brings. Listen to the world, as your heart sings.
Color my sparkle {I proved you wrong} Even with depression, I've created my song.
Fill your sparkle, with rainbow swirls. Dance to music, as clock time twirls.
A truthful write, wrapped with a little advice, i think. And now i thinking that, how did you construct every of your stanza with less words to make much sense in readers(me).!!!
This one touched me so much.....It reminds me of how I try to use my depression to make me stronger, and how it shows me that life can get worse than it is. Really, I don't know how to review this one, because it's just so perfect to me.
"I'll color my own sparkle.
I'll go out of the lines,
to make it unique.
Watch my paint brush,
making rainbow streak.
Let me write my own song,
I'll scream it the loudest.
As you hear the voice shake,
know I am the fiercest." I think those are the best lines of poetry I've ever read. It's just reminds me so much of my own story that I can't dislike anything about it at all. I think everyone who suffers from depression should read this poem and can discover a new perceptive that will save them from being completely swallowed whole by their depression...I think the ability to rise up from your own ashes, and the ability to take control of your own life and happiness during or "after" depression is better than anything...than money,fame,talent....That's a talent itself. And people who find the strength to do that deserve all the love in the world. One of my favorite poems...ever.
I'm a cyclone of myself, a caterpillar delight still finding my wings. A balloon stuck up in the clouds, no one can bring me down from my high. Shattered into pieces, be careful when you pick .. more..