Slipping into depression: 1996
Even now, as I read over my poetry from this period in my life, I find it hard to believe that I was ever that depressed.  How did I ever confess the feelings written on those pages?  But I would rather have to look back, than still be living in a state of complete saddness.  I am so glad it is over and I want nothing more than for the people who are relating to my poems to know that tomorrow will be better and there is people who can help.  ~ kel
As I sit here,
Nothing is going through my mind.
Everything in the world stopped for me,
So I can catch up
Catch my breath.
Everything stopped.
All the bad things stopped.
So everyone can catch their breath,
So everyone can catch up.
My life used to be perfect,
                nothing went wrong.
But then I grew up,
                depressed is my middle name.
I used to have a best friend,
                someone who cared.
But now she's gone
                 just like everyone else.
I used to have a home,
                 where I was happy.
But then I moved,
                 that's when everything went wrong.
* after these two poems I started recording the actuall dates...I feel time is a very important factor when reading poetry because the amount of time is so short when ones life can change completely. *
I, Myself, and Me
6-24
Sometimes you wish
life would leave you alone
as you're telling everyone
you can make it on your own
You don't need anyone
and no one needs you
all you need is you and your soul
to make it through
Your feelings are hurt
you're mixed up and confused
why didn't anyone even try
and stop you?
You're alone and wish you
had someone to talk to,
but you're useless everywhere, and
you just can't help but wonder
why doesn't anyone care?
4-23-96
My life's in chains
someone stole my key.
I can't move my arms,
Can't lift my hands.
I pretend everything's okay.
I can go where ever I want,
as long as I carry my invisible chains with me.
Whoever stole me key, please,
Return it back to me.
I want to be free.
Perfect
5-26
I always fuck something up
or do something wrong
my life is a mistake
to be perfect I long.
If for once I could
only get it right
to not cause
anymore fights.
It's all my fault
blame it on me
cause perftect is all
I try to be.
8-5
Nobody knows how I feel inside,
or the resaons I wanted to die.
Nobody knows the fear in my eyes,
or the reasons I wanted to say goodbye.
Nobody knows the pain in my feet,
or the reasons it was life I wanted to defeat.
Nobody knows the reasons I cry,
or the real reason I wanted to die.
Because I don't even know what goes on inside,
or the real reasons I wanted to die....
My life has changed too fast for me in a way that I just cannot catch up, to even myself.  My eyes have become a strangers, my feet do not take me where I want to go....
9-16
Sometimes I feel like i'm going insane
I don't want to feel anymore pain.
I desperatlely want to find a way out
But the only possible way is what I doubt.
I'm stuck between my actions and thoughts
I need someone to teach me
I have not yet been taught.
I cry a single, lonely tear
To free myself is what I fear
Where will I go,
What will I do,
When I let myself go
and start anew?
Places to go
People to see
Finding out who I want to be
Then coming home to this painful place
To look at the memories
I don't want to retrace
Now I wake up and begin to see
I live in a world with no reality.
9-17
Suicide a mental thought
every second less from the clock
you may be slow you may be quick
but you have to be good to know the trick.
Guess what vain 1 or 2
guess the right one  and then you're through.
It's not your luck it's not a game
you won't be laughing when they say your name.
Then you'll look back and begin to see
life wasn't as bad as you made it out to be.
Look at the good things family and friends
now that you're dead
you don't want it to end
9-22
I hurt, I'm sore
I'm tired, I sleep
I pretend
I smoke
I'm ugly
I'm fat
Im dumb
I'm a shadow
I don't have a face
My voice is a whisper
I read
I cry
I'm depressed
I write
I sing
I'm suicidal
I've done my time
Still I remain in this
painful world.
9-24
My life is a fear
I need help to get through
I apologize for all the anger
I have brought to you.
My heart can't be happy
my tears I shed
sometimes I think
I'd rather be dead.
Will someone listen
will someone care?
My life is something
I cannot bare.
9-23
Always in the daytime, always at night
I have a painful feeling, that gives me a fright
Why am I like this, how can I change
how can I be different, myself to rearrange?
A hurtful feeling, a painful loss
my life to be taken away at such little cost.
today im giving up, today I cannot go on
Today my life is a mistake,
today my heart is gone.
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