Being “different” is never something you are proud of. The boy who eats paste is “different”.
They never say how scary it is.

I tend to push people that love me away.

Written during severe depression.

A poem for anyone who suffers from depression of any sort. May the Sun shine in your life, and may the dark chasms of depression hold minimal sway over your life. May happiness be your constant companion.

Depression.

My life with being “depressed”

Someone once said, if you can descript chronic depression, you’ve never visited it. These poems are to illustrate a little of the complexity of thought that goes through the mind of someone with bipolar disorder.

Depression.

Poem.

As crippling as depression can be for young and middle-age adults, it’s truly severe in the elderly, and more often fatal.