This explain depression

Here I am again
In distress with online deirium
Don’t some people have a life

I guess  writers can really be sensitive
Ok I’m proof of that. sensitive to the max
Am I dealing with a psychotic

Maybe Schizophrenia, the symptoms are there
Seems I am talking to two different people
Then I’m being analyzed, we are not perfect

Seems I cant have a life of my own
After all the net is escape from reality
Sounds a lot alike psychosis

Here I am again fighting the writer’s block
The feelings of persecution caused by
A delusion of another perception of  me

This perception of me is totally false
I don’t hate people as some think
I don’t forget the wrong done on me

Someone that is poison to me
The poison is sweet I have to continue
Taste in the creations of the writer are sweet

The poisons are making me sick
Every day I’m getting sicker
But I still go and taste the poison

The poisons lure me back for more
Soon the poisons will over take me
I not sure how much longer I will survive

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[Mr. Deft Diction]

This is tragic in a sense. I think that artists can succomb to such tragedy, simply b/c some live a life totally different from what they create. It takes a lot of spirit, a lot of faith, and a lot of understanding to give yourself fully and wholly, to any passion. However, once you start to follow your own passion, how do you handle it when it starts to swallow you?

Nice piece.