Depression Poem by Connie Tallada

Often times how i wish I can close my eyes
and end my life that easy.
Living in this depressant world
is more than killing myself.
Drugs are not enough to release sufficient serotonin
to plunder my depression.
I was born in the prozac galaxies
within a depression universe.

I wake up each morning
wishing I never wake.
Life for me is just a foolish nonsense
and I hate wasting my time to this foolishness.
I don't understand why there are people
who have the guts to be happy
when there are million of reasons to mourn.
I wish that people are not hypocrite enough
to show their ral feeling!
Hell, yeah!
I know that I'm not alone in this rotten planet
that is nearly to perish.
This illness of mine,
if you think it's illness,
is something that don't have any cure.
I am drown in a sea of vagueness
that can be rescued by no one.

I am taking a path of vagabond direction
without any ammunition,
I don't need to,
I am numb enough
to feel the toxic of the external world
and I don't wanna fight anymore!

The outside world is so harsh
attacking the inner me
stealing my freedom to enjoy the essence of life.
I am a living proof
of a living dead.
If there could be a vivarium
that could bring back and stimulate the old me,
I don't want to!
There's no reason left for me
to enjoy life the way I did.

Demons are running inside my head
conquering every normal thought I have.
I am a slave of demonic energy within me
and I love the way it siege me.
Taking away my last conscious nerve
is something that I must be thankful.
Without it,
I feel nothing,
worry nothing,
I am totally numb
and I wanna stay in this way forever
wherein I can escape all the depression
that this world can offer!