Inside This MessedUp Mind

It's like I have this large
Black hole in my brain...
And it's sucking the life out of me.
The answers are in there somewhere...
So I sit for hours and stare.
But no matter how hard and long I look,
I only see darkness, even at noon... 🖕

Me Avoiding Me Friends

I wanted to tell people,
"My depression is acting up today"
As an excuse for not seeing them,
But I never managed to pull it off...
So here i am...
Looking like a looser,
Who wanna be in his dark and gloomy room,
On a fine Sunday morning...

The Shift

The Shift is coming.
The Shift has to be coming.
Because if I keep living like this,
I'll Fucking die...

Begging to Feel Something

It’s not only about sadness.
In truth, sadness really has very little
To do with it.
Depression is pain and state of regret
In their purest forms...
And I would do anything
To be able to feel an emotion again...
Any emotion at all.
Pain is an emotion, i can feel it alright,
And it hurts,
But pain is so powerful,
That you can’t feel anything anymore,
Not even pain itself...
And
That’s when you start to feel
Like you’re going crazy...

Nevertheless,  a feeling at last... 😂😂😂

Depression Definition

Perhaps depression
Is caused by;
Asking oneself too many
Unanswerable questions...

a Funeral in My Head

I felt a Funeral in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through,
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum kept beating...
Beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb...
And then I heard them lift a Box
And a creak across my Soul...
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here...
And then a Plank in Reason broke,
And I dropped down, and down...
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing...
I am at peace at last...


 -Emily

Feeling S-ui-cidal

It's so hard to talk
When you want to kill yourself.
That's above and beyond everything else,
And it's not a mental complaint,
It's a physical thing,
Like it's physically hard
To open your mouth
And make the words come out.
They don't come out smooth
And in conjunction with your brain
The way normal people's words do;
They come out in chunks
As if from a crushed-ice dispenser;
You stumble on them
As they gather behind your lower lip.
So you just keep quiet.

Perceptions We See

They say that depression
Makes you see everything
In a negative light.
I disagree.
It makes you see things
For what they are.
It makes you take off the
Fucking rose-tinted glasses
And look around and see
The world as it really is
-Cruel,
Harsh,
And unfair.
It makes you see people
In their true colours
- Stupid,
Shallow
And self-absorbed.
All that ridiculous optimism,
All that carpe diem
And life-is-what-you-make-of-it...
Words...
Just empty words in an attempt
To give meaning to
An existence
That is both doomed and futile...

A Deep Burried Mind of Mine

There's another mind that resides deep within me,
Which awakes around midnight
Showing me this one possibilty
Of me being happy;
Yet that choice creeps me out,
Cuz of what would it would do to my loved ones,
All my mind, my gut and my heart say to follow that path;
A clean slate...
A fresh start...
May it be heaven, hell or some other place; any other place but here...
I just need a fresh start...
Those deep burried thoughts...
Though quiet and won't come out of that deep burried mind when I'm with my family and my friends...
It keeps me accompanied when I'm on my own...
As much as I know that friendship ain't doing any good to me...
I love that company of mutual understanding...

Tears...

Each and every single year
For the last couple of years,
I'm drowning in oceans of tears
I can't seem to forget the pain
I seem to give...
The pain I seem to give my family and friends...
I hoped that my Demons would drown in those tears...
Instead they danced and did feast on them tears...
By the memories of those years...
All the haunting memories and things i regret, wishing i could've done differently...
I've been losing parts of me year by year...
True; I should keep them in my rear view mirror even i weep over those in fear...
Knives, paper cutters, blades and scalpels have become my gear...
I've dug them into my arms without shedding a tear,
Cigarettes, whiskey, Beedees and Weed have replaced my beer,
I've been drowning in'em,
Since beer haven't been able to do the trick of changing this reality I'm in for reals...
Dark thoughts,
Fucking nightmares,
Hugging bears with knives and shit...
Have been my reality for the last 3 or 4 years...
I've made friends with'em cuz they make me feel alive and real
For I really can't seem to differentiate
Between what is real and what is not,
Cuz i haven't been real even to myself in all these years...
No talent,
Ain't got skills,
Too sensitive like a fucking girl,
Being unable to express myself,
Being not good for nothing,
I really do suck ass...
I've been this coward,
Who's been a burden to my family and my friends who have never complained
And still are cool with me even if i am luring them into the gain of my needs like a cruel ass manipulator...
Have got nothing,
Ain't nor a help to anyone,
Always asking for this and that from everyone...
Man, how much i hate my life, myself and the fact of me being in this world...
Everyone will be fine and do better without my lazy ass,
Crazy ass,
And fucked up existence...
And that's one of the few things I'm real sure of...

Soldiers 💜💜💜

How the wicked bullet pierced through
His brow which is so brave
His black lit up eyes suddenly lost them sparks;
They froze...
Only her son's bloody beret in her hands, she wept;
Oh Loving Mother as much as I'd love to tell You,
I would be lying to you and to myself,
If i said he would come back to us someday...
Beautiful mother,
Dear mother,
It aint easy...
But He was a man forged in hell fire...
Brave and fought as a Lion,
Helped and lived as a Saint,
Cheerful, Joyess and Mischievous as a Child,
He was the braniac of all our Divisions...
Oh Dear mother,
You have done the perfect job a mother could do
At nurturing Her Boy...
And Dear father...
He fought so well,
It was just his bravery and humanity that got him killed...
He pulled back one of our own young newbloods from death,
He knew he'd have to pay a price by exchanging his life for that new kid's life instead...
But what makes him a saint is that,
The final words he uttered at me just before he went to rescue that kid...
"Dude we have lived and had joyed,
That young kid can't die without having any of those,
He has a long journey ahead of him, maybe way more longer than mine..."
He died our Mentor, our unit's Highest rank...
Please forgive him for making You sad...
And Dear Brother, You have moulded a great brother by standing beside him...
We know that eventhough he had so many brothers in combat,
He had a very special place in His heart for the brother You were...
And Dearest Brother, i know that You've got only this man
To call and cherish as Your Brother, i know mate,
You share all his childhood memories,
And now, you have noone to reminisce and share them with...
And it sucks...
I know that...
But Be brave little fella,
Be more prouda of being
The little brother of this man of steel
With a heart full of kindness...
And dear Sister...
He was always crazy about You,
How You were being the greatest wife a woman could make...
How much of a role model You were, when it came to raising Your kids as a mother...
Dear Sister...
I know You'd cry alone for years...
Til the day you die...
May them be, tears of proud, happy about him, as much as they would be tears of sadness...
We are always here,
Thousands of his brothers...
Hence Your brothers...
Even you get a different family name in future...
We will still be
At Your service our ever loving sister...
He always wanted the best for you...
So,
You ain't alone...
His spirit will always be with You...
Blessing and protecting You...
Oh my dearest cute little sons of a gun...
Your dad...
He was the definition of a Real Life Hero...
Just remember that...
Whenever you need someone...
Your uncles with uniforms as ones like Your heroic Dad used to wear,
Will be just one phone call away...
We will always be there for You Little Buddy...
If You want us to be at a fight against some asshole,
Or
If You want us to be at Your bachelor party...
Hell,
If You wanna raise hell...
We'd always be there for You my son...
And Dearest little Daughter...
If Someone hurts You...
If someone calls You by names...
Your uncles are just one phone call away from You honey...
Be good kids,
Love your mother as much as You'd love your father...
For she fights a fight all alone as great a fight Your Dad fought and died fought...
Make them proud my children...
Make Your Dad proud,
Who died a hero,
Just to save a bunch of other souls...
Who shall live forever in our hearts and minds...