People who do not have depression do not understand it, They do not understand depression, Depression is a plague, a plague of the mind, soul, and body. Depression and sadness drain every tear, and every bit of happiness, and replaces the missing piece with a feeling that you can't describe, and the feeling builds and grows stronger, just like clay added to clay, and sometimes thats all i feel like. A mindless, moldable follower of what destroys me. My sadness. Obsessed with depression, I am a piece of clay, and as the clay builds and builds, and the sadness grows stronger, I will continue to decay inside and out. I will continue to grow less and less, until there is nothing left. And then I will be gone, without the blast. I wrote it in class today, and for me thats pretty deep. It's just how I feel these days.
love the poem, the complete and total truth if i must say, i had been struggling with severe depression for a little while and know what its like but am doing pretty good now, stay strong man, you will feel so good when you get out of this slump i promise, just focus on the positives and if you ever need help you always have us blades
I'm in the same boat; just think positive thoughts and you'll be fine. I try to stay productive in my day, keeps my mind from wandering too much. Get out and do something, figure out whats causing this, and fix it.