A Session Of DepressionA Poem by Not here
Depression is messin'
with our heads. We're all confessin'. Despite the therapy session, we have trouble seeing our blessin'. See from our facial expression we have trouble decompressin', we have trouble with progression, we have trouble with suppression. Can't suppress the feelings burning, all the emotions in us churning. For happiness we all are yearning, but depression is concerning. All of our fears returning; there's so much we should be learning. You say life is not worth living. Just give it one more chance. You say there's many chances wasted. But life is like a dance. If you fall you get back up, and you start over in that place. Because it will always be worth it. So show me your teary face. And when the knife cuts in bloods flows from the skin and my heart will begin to go places never been. And there's a moment when you want to turn back again. You don't want to see within. You don't want the painful sin. But the cut will still bleed. You can't help but to feed all the monsters of greed. Pain begins to make them freed. With me you have agreed, but alone you will proceed. Turning towards the road, indeed, will be your most regretful deed. You say life is not worth living, but it's like a roller coaster. You'll have ups and down and pain, but you won't get put on a poster. Movies stars may have it all, but the movies always lie. They don't have the guts to keep on trying, but you're stronger than them; don't die. And you hurt so you cry. You feel wounded, like you'll die. Just throw away the knife. Start a new chapter of your life. It's not worth it, please, I swear. There's nothing but sadness in there. When the blood comes out, so does your life. Just throw away the knife. © 2015 Not hereReviews
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