Aching Heart/Busy Head - Poem by Rosalita Fernandez
When your heart hurts so much to think,
Yet your head is so busy filling todays thoughts away to start afresh in the morning?
What if yesterdays thoughts are still there? What if the previosu days thoughts combine with the new days?
When you wake in the morning still going throught the weeks thoughts, going through every trial,
every worry, just building up and up,
rushing and streaming around?
Thats what depression can be like,
having that in your head,
never a break
never a release
never a let up from the ever growing rage in ypur head.
the ever growing pain in your body.
the ever growing urge to cry, only your heart not allowing you to express and release it.
depression makes you want to fade away. to disappear.
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