To Be DepressedA Poem by malaTo be depressed is serious. To be depressed is to either feel a lot, or feel nothing at all. I've thrown my pills out the door, so I can feel things more properly for the first time ever. It's been now 7 years since I have been on this medication...... These pills make me feel: happy, stable, forgiving, wanting more, loving, caring. All these emotions are bought for a meer $20 a month and are injected into my blood stream with a pop of a pill. I want to feel what my mind really feels. Hate, anger, disappointment, worthlessness, angst, emotional pain- THE TRUTH. I don't want a so called 'pink-ribbon' over my eyes. I don't want my mind and emotions to 'sugar-coat' how I am really meant to feel. I don't want help, I want to express through tears, music and sleep. I don't want to be there for anybody anymore because I always am. I want to dwell, and analyse my thoughts ... especially the choices in my life which affect me more and more each day. I want to see the world for how it is and not for what my mind gets paid to feel. It starts today. My head is sore, my neck feels broke, my eyes are heavy, my limbs lethargic, my mood irritable, my phone on silent, my jealousy prevalent.
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