My depression is wierd. It has brought so many of my friends 'out in the open' that I never thought would have it. It has seemed to me to give friends permission to tell me about their episodes and how it affects them. I am not complaining. I just find
Every hour of every day
I struggle with my friend
He sits around and never leaves
I just want it to end.
He hangs around for god knows what
Just to torment me
I just wish he'd go away
I wish that I was free
I put him on a pedestal
And bowed to every whim
He lapped it up and relished it
With nothing back from him.
He makes me feel inadequate
Undermining every word
Every thought I ever have
It always seem absurd
But, here I am, him on my back
Telling me I'm shit
I'll never get, I'll never win
It's my fault, every bit.
But things are changing, I have the strength
To tell him just to leave
His negativity has gone
In me, I now believe.
I feel the worse is over now
I can get on with my life
No more will I hear his tone
Of agony and strife
My lodger has gone and all is still
But for how long, I ask
For I know he will return, no doubt
My lodger, down and dark.
Poetry by pangasius
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Written on 2014-05-19 at 22:29
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My Dark Lodger
My Dark LodgerEvery hour of every day
I struggle with my friend
He sits around and never leaves
I just want it to end.
He hangs around for god knows what
Just to torment me
I just wish he'd go away
I wish that I was free
I put him on a pedestal
And bowed to every whim
He lapped it up and relished it
With nothing back from him.
He makes me feel inadequate
Undermining every word
Every thought I ever have
It always seem absurd
But, here I am, him on my back
Telling me I'm shit
I'll never get, I'll never win
It's my fault, every bit.
But things are changing, I have the strength
To tell him just to leave
His negativity has gone
In me, I now believe.
I feel the worse is over now
I can get on with my life
No more will I hear his tone
Of agony and strife
My lodger has gone and all is still
But for how long, I ask
For I know he will return, no doubt
My lodger, down and dark.
Poetry by pangasius
Read 661 times
Written on 2014-05-19 at 22:29
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