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Slipping into depression: 1996 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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* 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. * |
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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? |
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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. |
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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. |
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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.... |
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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. |
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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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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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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