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[aid] => mick
[title] => Depression of a Teen!
[time] => 2006-05-30 13:05:42
[hometext] => I hope other people will be able to identify with this poem...or maybe it is just me!
[bodytext] => A passion of a poem only happens in times of strife When things are going bad, when everything grey is our life It’s a way I express an inner sadness and a deeper pain When I wonder if the sun will ever break the dark clouds and the rain I always wonder if life is ever fun for anyone To think that life one day may be fine is completely and utterly dumb I sometimes just want to be happy to laugh and to smile But growing up seems to remove these things, but I still want to be a child I don’t want to have to deal with all the pain that life brings I want to be able to enjoy my youth, to just laugh and sing I got a rubbish start at life, was handed a terrible lot But people just look on by while my heart decays and rots The people that want to help me cant and the ones that can won’t Looking to the principalities and powers that could intervene, but don’t They watch on while I cry, they watch on, look and laugh To empathise with me and feel my hurt is something they can’t grasp To look into my emotions, it’s fearful, scary and dark But I want someone to look into my soul, look past the outward bark You would not see a healthy man; instead a child sitting with tears down his face A child that cannot handle life who feels insecure, and not safe Everyone wants someone who will stand beside them for help and support But im just another statistic, part of a selected depressed teen cohort I want someone to hear my scream and to hear my distressing shout For me to be able to put away the face and dispel peoples doubt They think im happy because I act like I am Which shows people can’t see beyond my inner constructed dam It’s the thing that holds my emotions in and stops them leaking out The dam is breaking up, making it inevitable for drought I believed pain would only last for a season or a time But it started five years with a terribly horrific crime My life spiralled down, the depression over took The crime that changed my inward appearance and its look I used to believe my body was a temple, special and whole But my mother made a deal with Satan and decided to sell my soul Don’t tell me that im over exaggerating and that life cannot be this bad But if only you saw what went on behind closed door, if you saw my hell you would not be glad. So I struggle on and try to deal. It’s harder on my own But this is how I’ve felt for years…depressed and all alone! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Elite [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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