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There's a story I'd like to tell,
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Weeks,
Months.
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
Depression.
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emotion.
Everyone knows emotion.
She was never diagnosed with temporary heartbreak,
Unhappiness,
Broken dreams,
Anger,
Grief,
Loneliness...
Everyone knows all those things.
She was diagnosed with something much, much worse.
Since then, she's suffered with such a terrible thing...
Not temporarily,
But for days..
Weeks..
Months.
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing
That we call
Depression.
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Weeks,
Months.
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
Depression.
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emotion.
Everyone knows emotion.
She was never diagnosed with temporary heartbreak,
Unhappiness,
Broken dreams,
Anger,
Grief,
Loneliness...
Everyone knows all those things.
She was diagnosed with something much, much worse.
Since then, she's suffered with such a terrible thing...
Not temporarily,
But for days..
Weeks..
Months.
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing
That we call
Depression.
Literature
Fake
How are you?
I am fine, thank you.
Stop lying…
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Yeah, of course I am fine.
No I’m not I am in so much pain….
Can you imagine being alone?
No, that would be horrible!
Literature
She's a Writer
She sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Literature
A message to the broken
You drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
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Second post today. But i felt this needed to be said.
Depression is a life threatening disorder. Some would say it isn't.
Well... depression, in bad cases, can lead to suicide. And if that's not life threatening, I don't know what is.
Comments are appreciated
If anyone is suffering through a rough time, has depression, is having a bad day or anything that causes emotional pain.. feel free to note me here on deviantART or message me on facebook
Speaking of which, here is my facebook ... www.facebook.com/pages/Mikki-M…
Love you guys!! Stay strong <3 you're worth life and even so much more.
Depression is a life threatening disorder. Some would say it isn't.
Well... depression, in bad cases, can lead to suicide. And if that's not life threatening, I don't know what is.
Comments are appreciated
If anyone is suffering through a rough time, has depression, is having a bad day or anything that causes emotional pain.. feel free to note me here on deviantART or message me on facebook
Speaking of which, here is my facebook ... www.facebook.com/pages/Mikki-M…
Love you guys!! Stay strong <3 you're worth life and even so much more.
© 2013 - 2024 MikkiMarie
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Through months on end
I've feel your heart failing to fend
I can't stand, I can't, breath, I can't talk
I can see my terrible fate wrote before me like chalk...
I'm freezing, I'm so tired of this life
I feel the rope begin the curse, I start to count to five
But then I remember the words that will resonate
I throw the rope off to live another day
Depression is his misted name
Anxiety was his twisted game
I remember you, screaming at me to fight on
Its time I killed my fucking demons
And tomorrow we can watch them burn in the sun
--Live on friends
I've feel your heart failing to fend
I can't stand, I can't, breath, I can't talk
I can see my terrible fate wrote before me like chalk...
I'm freezing, I'm so tired of this life
I feel the rope begin the curse, I start to count to five
But then I remember the words that will resonate
I throw the rope off to live another day
Depression is his misted name
Anxiety was his twisted game
I remember you, screaming at me to fight on
Its time I killed my fucking demons
And tomorrow we can watch them burn in the sun
--Live on friends