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Dealing With Depression

Depression is being lonely in a room full of people
Depression is being constantly tired but never able to sleep
Depression is longing to be with others yet not being able to cope with company
Depression makes you lose your appetite and eat yourself fat
Depression is smiling to hide the pain inside
Depression is when the soul dies but the body keeps on living
Depression is forgetting who you used to be
Depression is not knowing if you could survive without it
Depression is being sad when nothing is wrong
Depression is not caring whether you live or die
Depression is having no interest in the things you used to love
Depression is lying awake for hours in bed at night contemplating the best way to kill yourself only to realise that you can’t be bothered.
 
Ricky Baker

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Depression

Depression is being lonely in a room full of people
Depression is being constantly tired but never able to sleep
Depression is longing to be with others yet not being able to cope with company
Depression makes you lose your appetite and eat yourself fat
Depression is smiling to hide the pain inside
Depression is when the soul dies but the body keeps on living
Depression is forgetting who you used to be
Depression is not knowing if you could survive without it
Depression is being sad when nothing is wrong
Depression is not caring whether you live or die
Depression is having no interest in the things you used to love
Depression is lying awake for hours in bed at night contemplating the best way to kill yourself only to realise that you can’t be bothered.
 
Ali Chapman

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Depression

Depression; even when all the cuckoos of this Universe; boisterously chirped around me; for hours immemorial,

Depression; even when the most enchantingly tantalizing of seductresses; unfurled their umpteenth flavors of vibrant seduction; just abreast of my impoverished countenance,

Depression; even when torrential cloudbursts of euphoric rain pelted down ecstatically from the sky; profusely drenching me from head to toe; with
rhapsodic blessings of the divine,

Depression; even when a fathomless garden of rose bountifully bloomed outside my bedroom window; insatiably wafting the scent of timeless happiness into my penuriously sagging ears,

Depression; even when the blissfully trespassing palms of time gloriously gave me an extra chance; for every inadvertently committed fault of mine,

Depression; even when the voluptuously enthralling blades of grass; unrelentingly titillated every pore of my dwindling demeanor; as I nimbly trespassed through the same at ethereal dawn,

Depression; even when the most ravishingly appetizing delicacies on this planet; sumptuously emanated their exotically ravenous fragrance; into my overwhelmingly
famished nostrils,

Depression; even when the flags of ardently blazing patriotism compassionately embedded their way; into the inner most recesses of my despicably deteriorating
soul,

Depression; even when the Sun flamboyantly shimmered full throttle from the fathomless skies; wholesomely annihilating every acrimonious impediment that
confronted me in my way,

Depression; even when the most sacrosanct of sands invincibly entrenched me from all sides; infiltrating every element of my devastatingly staggering persona; with fireballs of unprecedented righteousness,

Depression; even when the resplendent Moon made itself available solely to me; vivaciously dancing in the whites of my perniciously beleaguered eyes,

Depression; even when unsurpassable treasuries of glittering gold and silver; uncontrollably cascaded upon my visage; triggering even the most obsoletely
debilitated parts of my body; to twinkle more than theisland of celestial paradise,

Depression; even when the majestically undulating oceans blissfully bequeathed upon me a royal legacy of tanginess and inscrutably exhilarating adventure; wrapped me like a Queen fish in its gregariously affable belly,

Depression; even when the Almighty bestowed upon me the astoundingly mesmerizing prowess of procreating infinite more of my kind; Omnisciently prognosticate the future of the entire planet,

Depression; even when all the formidable strength of this colossal Universe; fervently assimilated in my body; to make me the most unassailable organism alive,

Depression; even when my brain marvelously fantasized about the most enamoringly gorgeous things on this earth for decades unprecedented; flooding the carpet of my imagery with an incredible kaleidoscope of ebullient life,

Depression; even when the most irrefutably scintillating chapters of unconquerable truth descended down on my conscience; made me the most philanthropic entity; impeccably wandering on mystical soil,

Depression; even when charismatically victorious breath entered my lungs in magically incomprehensible amounts; as if to last me for an infinite more lifetimes,

Depression; even when each beat of my passionately palpitating heart; was blessed with an ocean of unending happiness; throbbed in an impregnably perpetual enclosure of symbiotic mankind,

O! Yes; Depression till my very last breath; and every time the Almighty Creator endowed me with brilliantly sparkling existence; as I had lost her forever to mysterious disease; and didn't possess even the slightest of power to make her bouncing the way when she took her first breath; the way she was when heavenly alive.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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'Depression Makes Me.......'

Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…
 
Annie Juliet

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