Post by X-ATM097 on Jul 21, 2009 17:11:30 GMT
Depression/ I Sink
Looks like another one of life’s little anecdotes is here.
I’ve heard lots of people talk about it in my life.
Lots of people from everywhere, from teachers to TV presenters.
It’s targeted by pharmaceutical companies, self-help books and others.
It’s become a common word. An oft-quoted normalism in the modern society.
But as common as it is, it remains the same. The same effect, but different for each person.
You often here parents saying things like, I regret not studying as much, and you think, pah, that’ll never happen to me, then it does.
This is one of those situations, you never expect it till it’s there.
I’m drowning. Slowly, but I’m drowning.
Inexorably sinking into the vat.
It’s thick, and grey. I kick and struggle, but I barely move.
The sludge presses in from all directions.
I can’t breathe
But it doesn’t burn, it doesn’t hurt.
I don’t need to breathe, but I yearn to.
The edges are just beyond my reach,
I push and kick and I’m there, against the smoothly sloping glass
I can see the tell-tale glow of light, but I can’t see through.
It’s smothering me,
I have no energy to fight.
I want to speak,
But can’t.
I want to breathe,
But there is no air.
I want to see,
But all is grey.
Whenever I stop I sink further, but fighting tires me.
I cannot feel, I am numb,
I am lost.
I shake myself, Why am I lying down?
When did I fall asleep? Why did I let it?
I’m stronger than this damnit!
I kick, I fight, I Swim.
Every motion tires me, but my fight, my hope burns within,
It lights my way, my vision tunnels, I see light ahead.
Harder, Faster I move, I’m almost there!
My hands hit solid glass, I collide against it,
fingers sliding against it’s deceptive silkiness.
There is a lid.
Slowly, inexorably I sink, all fight extinguished by the slime.
The grey contents of my mind, the filth and horror that consumes me.
I fail.
My mind is as numb as my body.
I sink.
Looks like another one of life’s little anecdotes is here.
I’ve heard lots of people talk about it in my life.
Lots of people from everywhere, from teachers to TV presenters.
It’s targeted by pharmaceutical companies, self-help books and others.
It’s become a common word. An oft-quoted normalism in the modern society.
But as common as it is, it remains the same. The same effect, but different for each person.
You often here parents saying things like, I regret not studying as much, and you think, pah, that’ll never happen to me, then it does.
This is one of those situations, you never expect it till it’s there.
I’m drowning. Slowly, but I’m drowning.
Inexorably sinking into the vat.
It’s thick, and grey. I kick and struggle, but I barely move.
The sludge presses in from all directions.
I can’t breathe
But it doesn’t burn, it doesn’t hurt.
I don’t need to breathe, but I yearn to.
The edges are just beyond my reach,
I push and kick and I’m there, against the smoothly sloping glass
I can see the tell-tale glow of light, but I can’t see through.
It’s smothering me,
I have no energy to fight.
I want to speak,
But can’t.
I want to breathe,
But there is no air.
I want to see,
But all is grey.
Whenever I stop I sink further, but fighting tires me.
I cannot feel, I am numb,
I am lost.
I shake myself, Why am I lying down?
When did I fall asleep? Why did I let it?
I’m stronger than this damnit!
I kick, I fight, I Swim.
Every motion tires me, but my fight, my hope burns within,
It lights my way, my vision tunnels, I see light ahead.
Harder, Faster I move, I’m almost there!
My hands hit solid glass, I collide against it,
fingers sliding against it’s deceptive silkiness.
There is a lid.
Slowly, inexorably I sink, all fight extinguished by the slime.
The grey contents of my mind, the filth and horror that consumes me.
I fail.
My mind is as numb as my body.
I sink.
