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Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
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“I've never
smiled so hard
in my life,
until the day
I found
myself again.
I'm
at
peace.
The
peace
I
never
knew
I
already
had.
It took
a lot of strength.
Strength
I underestimated
having.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
smiled so hard
in my life,
until the day
I found
myself again.
I'm
at
peace.
The
peace
I
never
knew
I
already
had.
It took
a lot of strength.
Strength
I underestimated
having.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
“It's easier now.
There's a sense of relief.
And while I still suffer from my demons,
I am not overcome by them.
I am not chained by them.
I just know how to deal with them.
And that is the greatest satisfaction.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
There's a sense of relief.
And while I still suffer from my demons,
I am not overcome by them.
I am not chained by them.
I just know how to deal with them.
And that is the greatest satisfaction.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
“What if I can't get out?
I want to.
I'm just so tired
of being picked apart
and scattered like
ashes.
I see now
that my
demons
are
scavengers.
But the darkness
is an old
friend I can't say no to.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
I want to.
I'm just so tired
of being picked apart
and scattered like
ashes.
I see now
that my
demons
are
scavengers.
But the darkness
is an old
friend I can't say no to.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
“I've often taken my hands and turned them into fists.
Punching myself in the head.
Trying to make sense of myself.
I'm left with anger.
A wet face
and a migraine.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
Punching myself in the head.
Trying to make sense of myself.
I'm left with anger.
A wet face
and a migraine.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
“Across the face, mouth, etc...
A cold, familiar dose of reality.
I hate being a kid.
Everything I do is wrong.
I hate myself.
I hate this life.
I hate everything.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
A cold, familiar dose of reality.
I hate being a kid.
Everything I do is wrong.
I hate myself.
I hate this life.
I hate everything.”
― Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems
