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Depression(Part 3)
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Depression Sitting here I am feeling so depressed that I could
Care just as less-I don't care or give if anyone
Would care. I sit here wilting in the wrath
Of my depression-I don't care if I live or
If I die; I'm depressed and would want
More to just continue to wilt away in this
Pain and unjust to my life. Depressed as I am,
I wilt away into this hatred know life.
Life is sommat like not what I wish to live-
It is stupid, unwillingly into the silence of the deep;
Unwilling to show its untruce and unjustic. I
Don't care-I'll let it wilt away continuously
Until it is no more in the deepness of the dark.
Now I hear the voic again-calling my name;
Calling my name to save me from all darkness.
The darkness-yes the darkness is calling me-
Saying things unknown to others-things that
Are true to me but not to others in the stillness.
Yet in the darkness the voice gets stronger-
Stronger as though nothing could strengthen it-
Strengthening itself as though there couldn't be more.
It start seeing things-visions of the goddess
Of all Goths-the one who called upon me
And hailed me Goddess of Fire of all Goths-
She's telling me I'm lucky to know her for real;
I'm special to her-She doesn't want me to
Continue to harm myself and would rather
Have me live than die because the previous
Goddess of Fire had committed suicide
For real-The Goddess of Healing didn't want
This to take over me-She wanted me to
Live for the other goddesses. She said that
I live because I need to choose another
To be the Fire Goddess after my normal death.
I still wilter but pick myself up-I don't
Want to be like the Goddess of Fire who
Committed suicide by large amounts of blood.
The Goddess of Healing has helped me realise
That suicide for depression doesn't do
Anyone much good to anyone-it
Only causes pain. Pain is not the
Final cure for depression, I know that.
So I climb out of my depression hole
And move up to find there is more
Out there for me to seek and conquer.
