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Do you realize it?
Our lives will end someday
Nothing can be done
To change that fact
Ghosts we will become
Invisible we'll be
Void is our fate
Emptiness is all we'll feel
Unlike you might think, however
Push the wall hard enough and you'll find happiness before that
Our lives will end someday
Nothing can be done
To change that fact
Ghosts we will become
Invisible we'll be
Void is our fate
Emptiness is all we'll feel
Unlike you might think, however
Push the wall hard enough and you'll find happiness before that
Literature
This Thing We Call Depression
There's a story I'd like to tell,
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Weeks,
Months.
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
Depression.
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emo
Literature
You're Not Dead Yet.
You have been called "ugly."
You have been called "weak."
You have been called a "failure."
You have been called all of these things.
But at least you're not dead yet.
You've still got your life ahead of you.
You've still got all these years to cherish.
You've still got a lot to live for.
You might be on life support...
...but you're not dead yet.
All these years you spent in isolation.
All these years you hide away somewhere dark.
All this time you think about the odds.
But even while that appears to be the case,
You're not dead yet.
You have cancer in your whole body.
You have mesothelioma and bronchitis.
You have six days left to live.
Literature
You said....
You told me “friends forever”,
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
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challenged people to write a Acrostic poem. Reading down, is a phrase. Each individual word on the side creates a sentence in its stanza.
challenged people to write a Acrostic poem. Reading down, is a phrase. Each individual word on the side creates a sentence in its stanza.I don't think it's anything special but here it is.
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Very inspiring message friend.