depression made me write this one


Blank canvas

Lift me up; I am the inner child that is yet to learn why I'm here.

Inflate me with information and love. Become infatuated with me, chase me, play with me and stay with me.

Never leave me, instead become apart of me as I become you. I will fear nothing as I walk with you through the light.

After you brought me out of the coma of darkness that I become lost within. You were there waiting for me on the other side.

My wounds are starting to heal because I have let go of the things, feelings and person that kept me there.





Poetry by skye saddington
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Written on 2006-11-13 at 07:15

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Depression is awful, but with help it can be beaten, I'm glad you have survived this, and poem shows an obvious talent.
2006-11-13