That robs you of the will to live
While burying you in the desire to die.
Depression has a way
Of dulling the senses,
& Killing your motivation,
While abusing your self opinion.
If only one could focus
On what it'd be like
To be free of the pain-
One could move
& Not be paralyzed
By the Specter of Death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Self awareness is the best therapy especially when there is someone who cares to listen and does. Your perception of what depression is hits the mark right on. A friend - perhaps an acquaintance, suffers when she does take her meds, and I cannot empathize - I can only sympathize. I don't want to feel depression, but I do want to help those who do in any way I can, even if it means holding her and sdaying that I care.