Alone,
surfing the net,
thoughts filling my head
of finding something better,
like hopeful smoke,
making it not so easy to breathe.
And it seems like living
has deen demoted to existence,
and the only affordable price
will only buy you survival.
Hard to think that this is it,
all there is,
no second opinions.
But I seem to remember,
somewhere deep in me,
what it can mean
to be alive and breathing.
So easy in the past,
but hard forever after.
And I need something
to come fill me up,
and take the nothing
out and away from this place.
If the sun rises
this time
then I'll be fine.
And from this slumber,
I'm just praying that I will wake.
I'ts all or nothing on the new day.
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Reviews of "Seeing My Life"
Reviewed by Jessica Martin (Reader)
Reviewed on August 7, 2003
And from this slumber,
I'm just praying that I will wake.
You can 'wake up' my friend! You just need to realize that you can only live your life once and being depressed isn't the way to go on every day. I've been there many times and I have always leaned on my friends for support. This is a very bitter poem.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on July 31, 2003
((((Hugs)))) Jason! Things may look bleak and quite hopeless in those most lonesome of hours but just want you think it is time to cry defeat LOOK OUT PAST IT ALL and there a guiding hand and sweet face you shall meet! Excellant Write of some deep and torturing emotions!!!!
~Nikki~
P.S. You need a friend, ear or shoulder I am always around! :O)
So much pain, Jason.... I, too, have had to keep myself positive and busy.... hope you are well...
In Spirit,
Bear
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2003
Back in the 70's I would get depressed, my wife ran off with another man. I decided I'd had enough. I keep myself positive and busy. I know it's easier said than done, but over time I licked it. You can to.
There's a lot of pain in your write...
Reviewed by Linda Hill
Reviewed on July 30, 2003
My friend..each new day is
a battle. But one we can WIN.
I also suffer from depression.
I understand your feelings. I
KNOW what you are going thru.
HANG ON when you think you can't
hold on any longer. Grasp for
that last strand of rope handed
out to you. I want to help.
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I'm just praying that I will wake.
You can 'wake up' my friend! You just need to realize that you can only live your life once and being depressed isn't the way to go on every day. I've been there many times and I have always leaned on my friends for support. This is a very bitter poem.
~Nikki~
P.S. You need a friend, ear or shoulder I am always around! :O)
In Spirit,
Bear
There's a lot of pain in your write...
a battle. But one we can WIN.
I also suffer from depression.
I understand your feelings. I
KNOW what you are going thru.
HANG ON when you think you can't
hold on any longer. Grasp for
that last strand of rope handed
out to you. I want to help.
Huggs,
~~Linda~~