DEPRESSION

As I sit here alone, my soul returns to its second home: depression
Depression is always here, life depresses me
existence depresses me, my loneliness depresses me
My world depresses me and I depress it.

The depressing shadows taunt me ‘till the candle
goes out. Darkness. Darkness of the physical
realm to match that of the soul. Loneliness
and depression retire to spawn remorse.

Sorrow consume that which makes a person themselves: their soul
It leaves an empty shell of misery
The sorrow felt by this one person would cause
a serpent to weep. The dreary surroundings bring down all who enter.

What wretched deed brought such miserable grief?
What vile demon cursed my being? Why must I
regret my own creation?
What mournful purpose do I serve?

All who meet me rue the day. Woe to he who
crosses my path, for he shall be struck with
afflictions of the soul, just as I am. The misfortune
of my existence woes the living and causes unrest in the dead.

The sun now rises in the east. The contemptible night has passed
The nauseating day now starts
I sit here alone, depressed. I sit absorbed in my thoughts
My thoughts depress me and I depress my world.

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This is a poem, this is only a poem, had this been an actual emo-mergency proper news and instruction would have followed.

I wrote this poem way back in my highschool days which ran from 1984-88. My mother was ready to put me in therapy and was concerned I was going to suicide. The truth? The real drive behind this poem? I had just bought myself a thesaurus, looked up the word "depression" and tried to see how many ways I could incorporate the words into a poem. That is it, whole story.

I adopted this character from  littleyote

Chloe Alie Skye, a cream coloured snow leopard