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Look at me,
Tell me everything you see.
What do you see? Are you sure you're seeing me?
I promise you that you're hardly catching a glimpse of what I really am.
If you could look deeper,
You'd see the ever-present demons in my mind,
& How hard they are to keep confined.
You'd see all the scars, hidden underneath my skin:
One for every single time I've thought about feeling the sweet release of the razor,
Or dreamed about the loving, easy, & soft embrace of death.
If you could look a little bit deeper,
You'd see the monsters blocking my heart,
& You'd see them whispering to me-
You'd hear them say that I'm never good enough, that I'm alone no matter what I do.
{There's no point in trying,
'Cause I wont be able to do it anyway}
If you looked a little harder,
You'd see this sickness plaguing my soul,
Trying to destroy me,
& Trying to kill my dreams.
If you looked into my eyes,
Behind the sparkles, eyeliner, and mascara,
You'd see all my secrets that I try my best to hide;
You'd see the memories that haunt me,
& Maybe then you could find out how to help me.
If you took a closer look,
You'd realize that you c-a-n-t s.a.v.e. |m|e|,
Because darling, you're dealing with a disease; a plague; a sickness of the soul.
It's never going to go away,
It has no cure.
If you could see my thoughts,
You'd understand why I feel the way I do,
& How nothing within me is simple,
Because I'm infected.
& There's no way to make it end permanently,
In one way or another, I'll be suffering,
Silently.
I'm sick,
& There's no way for me to be healed.
If you could look closer,
You'd see everything that I wish I didn't have to be.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm controlled by my illness, like I have no choice in what I do.
It's almost like I have to hide,
Just so my sickness doesn't destroy me from the inside.
If you really looked at me,
You'd see the never-ending fight between my hope & my despair.
{Sometimes one side will beat the other, but nothing is permanent}
Sometimes, oh sometimes, I'm actually okay.
But, don't leave me alone,
'Cause when I'm alone,
My demons like to come out and play,
& Try to tear apart my heart.
If you looked at me,
You'd see that I can't control how I feel,
You'd see that these emotions come and go as they please,
& You'd know it's not a choice.
{Who would choose to feel like this?}
If you could look inside my mind, you'd understand why I want to do the things I do.
But you can't look closer,
You can't feel what I do,
'Cause unless you have the illness, you can't & won't be able to understand,
'Cause darling, you're dealing with an illness, you're dealing with a sickness,
A disease, a plague of the soul, something that never really goes away.
You're dealing with depression, and it doesn't like to stay away.
Tell me everything you see.
What do you see? Are you sure you're seeing me?
I promise you that you're hardly catching a glimpse of what I really am.
If you could look deeper,
You'd see the ever-present demons in my mind,
& How hard they are to keep confined.
You'd see all the scars, hidden underneath my skin:
One for every single time I've thought about feeling the sweet release of the razor,
Or dreamed about the loving, easy, & soft embrace of death.
If you could look a little bit deeper,
You'd see the monsters blocking my heart,
& You'd see them whispering to me-
You'd hear them say that I'm never good enough, that I'm alone no matter what I do.
{There's no point in trying,
'Cause I wont be able to do it anyway}
If you looked a little harder,
You'd see this sickness plaguing my soul,
Trying to destroy me,
& Trying to kill my dreams.
If you looked into my eyes,
Behind the sparkles, eyeliner, and mascara,
You'd see all my secrets that I try my best to hide;
You'd see the memories that haunt me,
& Maybe then you could find out how to help me.
If you took a closer look,
You'd realize that you c-a-n-t s.a.v.e. |m|e|,
Because darling, you're dealing with a disease; a plague; a sickness of the soul.
It's never going to go away,
It has no cure.
If you could see my thoughts,
You'd understand why I feel the way I do,
& How nothing within me is simple,
Because I'm infected.
& There's no way to make it end permanently,
In one way or another, I'll be suffering,
Silently.
I'm sick,
& There's no way for me to be healed.
If you could look closer,
You'd see everything that I wish I didn't have to be.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm controlled by my illness, like I have no choice in what I do.
It's almost like I have to hide,
Just so my sickness doesn't destroy me from the inside.
If you really looked at me,
You'd see the never-ending fight between my hope & my despair.
{Sometimes one side will beat the other, but nothing is permanent}
Sometimes, oh sometimes, I'm actually okay.
But, don't leave me alone,
'Cause when I'm alone,
My demons like to come out and play,
& Try to tear apart my heart.
If you looked at me,
You'd see that I can't control how I feel,
You'd see that these emotions come and go as they please,
& You'd know it's not a choice.
{Who would choose to feel like this?}
If you could look inside my mind, you'd understand why I want to do the things I do.
But you can't look closer,
You can't feel what I do,
'Cause unless you have the illness, you can't & won't be able to understand,
'Cause darling, you're dealing with an illness, you're dealing with a sickness,
A disease, a plague of the soul, something that never really goes away.
You're dealing with depression, and it doesn't like to stay away.
Literature
I tried
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
Literature
Is It Wrong?
Is it wrong
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic
Shorts, so unscathed and clean?
Is it wrong
That I ask people about their troubles,
Sometimes doing all in my mortal power
To help them surpass the simple,
Even ones I have not defeated myself?
Is it wrong
That while the few friends I have
Dance around giddily and go to
The most extreme only to impress,
But I only hang back in silent content
Literature
Pretend
All of my life,
I've played pretend.
At five,
I was a princess.
At seven,
I was a cowgirl.
At ten,
I was a creature of myth.
Now at thirteen,
I pretend to be normal.
Fake a smile,
fake a laugh.
No one really cares,
So I pretend I don't hurt.
Pretend to be happy,
But I'm drowning.
Come with me,
We can play pretend together.
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Written: 6/6/11
Just a little something I wrote when I was thinking about my depression, and things like that. I hope you guys enjoy!
This is now in video form:
Watch it here. (:
Feedback Questions
-What are your immediate after thoughts?
-What did you feel while reading the poem?
-Did any stanza or phrase stand out to you more than any of the others?
-Was the poem too long?
-Was there too much, not enough, or just the right amount of decoration?
Thanks guys! Feedback really helps and it makes my day! (:
Just a little something I wrote when I was thinking about my depression, and things like that. I hope you guys enjoy!
This is now in video form:
Watch it here. (:
Feedback Questions
-What are your immediate after thoughts?
-What did you feel while reading the poem?
-Did any stanza or phrase stand out to you more than any of the others?
-Was the poem too long?
-Was there too much, not enough, or just the right amount of decoration?
Thanks guys! Feedback really helps and it makes my day! (:
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactQ: What are your immediate after thoughts?
A: My afterthoughts were that you have a real talent for writing and poetery.
Q: What did you feel while reading the poem?
A: I felt that you were really putting your heart and soul into trying to get the message out.
Q: Did any stanza or phrase stand out to you more than any of the others?
A: Yes: 'You'd realize that you c-a-n-t s.a.v.e. |m|e|'. This one got to me because it was like you were telling someone this. (Probably the point, but I'm kinda dim)
Q: Was the poem too long?
A: No, I think the lengh didn't matter, just how beautifully it was written.
Q: Was there too much, not enough, or just the right amount of decoration?
A: Just the right amount, I'd say. You really know how to write a good poem!