hopeless depression

Everything is alright

Can't breathe
The words won't come
As if frozen in time

And burried so deep


Another moment
Barely hanging on
To what Iv'e become
To who Iv'e become


Fill me with lonelyness
Can't ask for anything more
Bring me to space
To float away


Num as from the cold
As from the tears
And the feeling is gone
Till it will come again



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about the way I feel in this present moment, enjoy

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Where Im At...

Endless Decision... Broke Comfort...
Blind Destiny... Keep Away Sadness...
Engulfing Memory No Escape
Sweet Reality... Falling Dreamer
I Am Personified Emptiness...
I Surrender Meaningless Hope...

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Giving Up


Why won’t it stop?

Why won’t the pain go away?

Why does it hurt?

Why does it stay?


I can’t take it anymore

The pain is just too great

It overtakes me

No longer can I make it wait


It has devoured my heart

And gnaws at my soul

It chews up my insides

The pain has taken its toll


Soon it will spit me back out

And I’ll put myself together again

But until it does, and even after

I’ll just let the pain win


~Chrystal Swallows

Written on

July 29, 2004

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written at a crossroads in my life.

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Living Through Life


I feel a pain in my soul

Overwhelming me

And overpowering me

Ripping my soul to shreds


Escape is futile for it wont go

It always stays, always hurts

More and more each time I try

To leave away from the pain


Thus I deal with it; barely

Pushing more and more each day

Willing myself to go on

Though it is hard I do so everyday


Pushing myself; willing myself

To go on, to get through the day

I live to see those few I love

The very few I truly care for



Written on

May 3, 2001

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was yet another one about my depression. Forcing myself to go on.

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Y The Pain


 Y the pain

I no want

He hurt me so

Y do I keep

I do not no
Pain from the creators

Y do they hurt

Pain from every 1

Pain from me

I no want it

It hurts so much

Help me

A nif so sharp

This should work

Pull it over skin

See my blood flow



Written on

February 24, 2001 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written during one of my dark periods. Please note, I have never cut, or attempted suicide. Because even though I get depressed, I know the sun will come out again. And there is alot I wrote during my deppression, which occurs regualar because I am bi-polar. I dont really know why i wrote this like I did, I just did.

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The River


The river moves

Swift and smoothly

Down the mountain


In the past

Very little water

Moved through here


Barely a creek

Hardly even that

Was here before


Then it hit

A huge storm

Filling it up


Now it flows

Rapid and unpredictable

Going mountain round


Full of rocks

Large and small

Wide and thin


When some water

Goes to clouds

More fills it


Until time ceases

My river shall

Always continue flowing



Written on

December 27, 2000 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is about my depression. My coming to terms with the fact that it would always be there.

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Our white walls surround me

They hold me from every I know

They keep me from my friends

They are a barrier that to me doesn't show


I feel like a prisoner

Although a prisoner I am not

I have tried many an hour to escape

Futile is the long battle i have fought


Insane I could be but yet I am not

The walls that hold me are not padded

Although my biggest fear is that they should be

And for those white jackets I have yet to be fitted


I wish these walls would release me

Their grip is be coming stronger

And it seems that if I struggle

I will be forced to stay even longer


Tighter and tighter these walls do go

Squeezing the air from my lungs

Bet yet i shall write until my last bre--



Written on

April 26, 2000 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was witen many years ago in a depressive spot. I never have nor will i even attempt suicide, because goodness knows I will probably succed the attempt.

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Every silver lining will soon become tarnished

Without the motivation to keep your dreams polished

I have since descended to the hell that we acknowledge

As the unfortunate as the ugly as the strange


For hope is something you can only grasp on to

When you’re living a life that you care to continue

A soul cannot function after it has been chewed

By the unfortunate by the ugly by the damned


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