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Depression Poem

10/2/2014

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What am I supposed to be doing? What happened to my plan?

            I have lost all sense of direction, I no longer feel like a man.

Everybody else is getting on with things, living the lives they choose,

             I’m stuck in a rut, not moving anywhere, constantly thinking about my blues.

It was fine when I was a boy, indifferent in my room, playing with my toys,

            It’s wrong now I’m older, but professionals are telling me to find activities, that stimulate joy.

I want to be independent, stand on my own two feet, not lie here distraught,

            It feels like I will always need support even though I’m grown and I ought,

Not to rely on others, to smile and just be happy,

            I’m craving for my bottle and a hug, now all I need is a nappy.

I’ve traded my rattle for a pen, to express myself, it is my only release,

            As I scrawl, I get everything out, finding my inner peace.

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